Post by Jym on Mar 11, 2011 11:13:44 GMT 10
It was a warm day. The sun was shining bright, hardly a trace of cloud in the sky. The bizarre green frog, clad in weaponry and armour could be seen strolling through a field of lush grass.
There was so much wildlife now. From the Nymphs in the woods, to the strange boulder like creatures in the quarry. Jym could not hold back a smile as he contemplated how their beautiful little island had brought itself back to life after the turmoil spread forth by Yarha-Narge.
He still remembers the terrible event. It haunts him regularly. Knowing the Bane of evil had descended, but was unable to assist. All thanks to that damned Traitor.
Much time has now passed, and although the feelings still haunt him, the memories have begun to fade. He cannot quite remember how he ended up locked in the dungeon. His last memory is of Seth, of how he was pleading with Seth to get everyone out, to take the castle, and its inhabitants away from the masses of evil breaking forth.
Jym still has no feelings against Seth, he was right in believing his chosen people could stand up against any foe, fight valiantly and strong and always come out victorious.
But the turmoil passed upon the land. The innocents that died, and the haunting visions of what passed...no warrior can ever defeat those.
But now the once decimated lands were reborn. Flora and Fauna of all kinds were populating quite heavily in all areas of the island. Jym isn't sure if he took it for granted before, or if there were in fact many new creatures inhabiting their strange, somewhat unusual home.
Even the castle, once almost completely destroyed by Yarha-Narge was now returned to its former glory, if not even more-so. That shouldn't really be a surprise though, he thought, as Seth's power grew immensely during the fight, it seemed like no time at all before he was able to reconstruct the vast stone wonder.
Flashes of darkness and laughter flourished before the amphibian, rending him on his knees. Those crooked teeth, that stale breath, that haunting laugh, those empty eyes and twisted scars adorned across the body...Who could it have been? Of course he'd considered consulting with the great mage about it, there was no doubt in his mind that together, they could come to find the traitor in their midst. But Seth seemed so busy these days. Almost as if he were in another part of the world, pre-occupied with other such things. On rare occasions one might actually get the privilege of seeing the wizard outside his chamber, but more often that not, if you did, you would hear him muttering to himself. Something about a new challenge, an imminent change, the fates heed his foresight, and other such things that made the other warriors in the castle leave him the space he so desperately needed.
How he wished he could just forget, or remember. But these sudden flashes of torture that ran through his mind were unbearable. He removed his cape, lowered his shield, untied his sword, removed his shoulder and chest plates, then proceeded to unbuckle his grieves before finally kicking off his boots. The soft, slightly damp grass felt amazing between his toes, and the rays of sunshine tickled the soft skin on his shoulders. He knelt down and splashed some water over himself, washed his face, and took a brief drink. Beside him a lone yellow snake was making its way towards the deep, flowing dam. No doubt Seth had found a way of filtering the sea-water. This dam was once a gaping chasm left behind after the great fight. Now-a-days though, it was the most inhabited watering hole on the entire island. Often even the townsfolk, children and adults alike would spend hours here. It was a peaceful place here. Serene.
There was so much wildlife now. From the Nymphs in the woods, to the strange boulder like creatures in the quarry. Jym could not hold back a smile as he contemplated how their beautiful little island had brought itself back to life after the turmoil spread forth by Yarha-Narge.
He still remembers the terrible event. It haunts him regularly. Knowing the Bane of evil had descended, but was unable to assist. All thanks to that damned Traitor.
Much time has now passed, and although the feelings still haunt him, the memories have begun to fade. He cannot quite remember how he ended up locked in the dungeon. His last memory is of Seth, of how he was pleading with Seth to get everyone out, to take the castle, and its inhabitants away from the masses of evil breaking forth.
Jym still has no feelings against Seth, he was right in believing his chosen people could stand up against any foe, fight valiantly and strong and always come out victorious.
But the turmoil passed upon the land. The innocents that died, and the haunting visions of what passed...no warrior can ever defeat those.
But now the once decimated lands were reborn. Flora and Fauna of all kinds were populating quite heavily in all areas of the island. Jym isn't sure if he took it for granted before, or if there were in fact many new creatures inhabiting their strange, somewhat unusual home.
Even the castle, once almost completely destroyed by Yarha-Narge was now returned to its former glory, if not even more-so. That shouldn't really be a surprise though, he thought, as Seth's power grew immensely during the fight, it seemed like no time at all before he was able to reconstruct the vast stone wonder.
Flashes of darkness and laughter flourished before the amphibian, rending him on his knees. Those crooked teeth, that stale breath, that haunting laugh, those empty eyes and twisted scars adorned across the body...Who could it have been? Of course he'd considered consulting with the great mage about it, there was no doubt in his mind that together, they could come to find the traitor in their midst. But Seth seemed so busy these days. Almost as if he were in another part of the world, pre-occupied with other such things. On rare occasions one might actually get the privilege of seeing the wizard outside his chamber, but more often that not, if you did, you would hear him muttering to himself. Something about a new challenge, an imminent change, the fates heed his foresight, and other such things that made the other warriors in the castle leave him the space he so desperately needed.
How he wished he could just forget, or remember. But these sudden flashes of torture that ran through his mind were unbearable. He removed his cape, lowered his shield, untied his sword, removed his shoulder and chest plates, then proceeded to unbuckle his grieves before finally kicking off his boots. The soft, slightly damp grass felt amazing between his toes, and the rays of sunshine tickled the soft skin on his shoulders. He knelt down and splashed some water over himself, washed his face, and took a brief drink. Beside him a lone yellow snake was making its way towards the deep, flowing dam. No doubt Seth had found a way of filtering the sea-water. This dam was once a gaping chasm left behind after the great fight. Now-a-days though, it was the most inhabited watering hole on the entire island. Often even the townsfolk, children and adults alike would spend hours here. It was a peaceful place here. Serene.