Day Seven!
Day Seven: Greetings everyone! I apologize if this came late, but I think there was a problem with the computer.(It was coughing and repeatedly showed an infernal blue screen with gibberish written all over it.) But it was a good day, although somewhat uneventful. The breakfast was delicious as always, so was the tea and the bed was comfy. But I don't think you guys are interested in that.
I have seen Omar again today, this time he was in the fountain Plaza, reciting a poem to the general population. I was on my way to the Apothecary to buy a few more Mana Pills, so it's a good thing. But since I was not in an hurry, I stayed and l I caught the majority of it, but I think I missed the beginning. Sorry.
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And they ask, "What is a Hero?",
though the answer's very clear,
He's the one who faces danger
when the darkness hovers near.
He will face the fiercest foe
when another needs his aid,
He will dare to defy Death
even though he is afraid,
He works not just for glory
and he does it not for gain,
But because he knows that others,
will be spared a greater pain.
He won't always follow orders,
for he dares to answer, "Why?",
And unless he likes the reason,
he refuses to comply,
He will brave the battle boldly
even though he may not win,
He will face his fate unflinching,
for he is a Paladin.
And they ask, "What is a Hero?",
though the answer's evident,
He's the one who faces death
knowing that his life's well spent.
Once again, I could just have the feeling he was talking about me...But he mentioned a 'Paladin', and I am no paladin. Mayby it's was Rakeesh? Hum...Oh well. It was just a poem, anyway. I entered the apothecary, bough some pills (The owner, Harik Attar, have a special money-back guarantee with every pills he sell. If I die because of his pill, he will gladly refund my money! Ain't that neat?) and left. Omar and his assistant were gone...and at theirs place was a purse. Maby he lost it? I picked it up and opened it. There was a few Dinars and centimes...and a piece of paper with this written on it: "Quelling chaos from Shapeir, Driving darkness from Raseir." What could that mean...? Hum. Anyway, if I see the Poet again, I'll just give his purse back.
I spent the rest of the day wandering the desert on my trusty Saurus, practicing my spells on anything hostile that showed up. (Theses Bandits, TerrorSaurses and Scorpions never stood a chance!) I also saw a few...wierd things, as I show on the images.
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Also, tonight, Shema made a surprise for me, a specialty from Spielburg and the surrounding area: Sauerkraut(A kind of salad) and knockwurst(a large sausage) -- Shapeir style! Although I hardly ever cared for them, I was too polite to tell Shema that(She tried to make me happy and less homesick, after all.). The honey and lemon on the knockwurst was pretty good, I admit, but sauerkraut curry? That was a bit too much, even for me.
Oh well, it was good all the same. Good night, everyone!
I have seen Omar again today, this time he was in the fountain Plaza, reciting a poem to the general population. I was on my way to the Apothecary to buy a few more Mana Pills, so it's a good thing. But since I was not in an hurry, I stayed and l I caught the majority of it, but I think I missed the beginning. Sorry.
( http://www.rpgclassics.com/staff/lunaris/qfg2image17.gif )
And they ask, "What is a Hero?",
though the answer's very clear,
He's the one who faces danger
when the darkness hovers near.
He will face the fiercest foe
when another needs his aid,
He will dare to defy Death
even though he is afraid,
He works not just for glory
and he does it not for gain,
But because he knows that others,
will be spared a greater pain.
He won't always follow orders,
for he dares to answer, "Why?",
And unless he likes the reason,
he refuses to comply,
He will brave the battle boldly
even though he may not win,
He will face his fate unflinching,
for he is a Paladin.
And they ask, "What is a Hero?",
though the answer's evident,
He's the one who faces death
knowing that his life's well spent.
Once again, I could just have the feeling he was talking about me...But he mentioned a 'Paladin', and I am no paladin. Mayby it's was Rakeesh? Hum...Oh well. It was just a poem, anyway. I entered the apothecary, bough some pills (The owner, Harik Attar, have a special money-back guarantee with every pills he sell. If I die because of his pill, he will gladly refund my money! Ain't that neat?) and left. Omar and his assistant were gone...and at theirs place was a purse. Maby he lost it? I picked it up and opened it. There was a few Dinars and centimes...and a piece of paper with this written on it: "Quelling chaos from Shapeir, Driving darkness from Raseir." What could that mean...? Hum. Anyway, if I see the Poet again, I'll just give his purse back.
I spent the rest of the day wandering the desert on my trusty Saurus, practicing my spells on anything hostile that showed up. (Theses Bandits, TerrorSaurses and Scorpions never stood a chance!) I also saw a few...wierd things, as I show on the images.
( http://www.rpgclassics.com/staff/lunaris/qfg2image18.gif )
( http://www.rpgclassics.com/staff/lunaris/qfg2image19.gif )
( http://www.rpgclassics.com/staff/lunaris/qfg2image20.gif )
Also, tonight, Shema made a surprise for me, a specialty from Spielburg and the surrounding area: Sauerkraut(A kind of salad) and knockwurst(a large sausage) -- Shapeir style! Although I hardly ever cared for them, I was too polite to tell Shema that(She tried to make me happy and less homesick, after all.). The honey and lemon on the knockwurst was pretty good, I admit, but sauerkraut curry? That was a bit too much, even for me.
Oh well, it was good all the same. Good night, everyone!