Post by Akaan Stalle on Nov 25, 2010 17:06:52 GMT -5
As it had always been, Alterna was a relatively happy place. As long as Akaan had remembered its streets had been bustling with towns people, eager to get there woven and baked goods for the week. He remembered the sound of vendors yelling to willing patrons with quarries such as "Buy my clothes, they will keep you warmer than his!", or "Buy this potion, it will make you live longer!" and for as long as he could remember, shoppers would actually buy the items with almost, childish belief that the vendors could actually be right.
People don't believe the vendors anymore. And the ones who would are now gone, off fighting demons in Alterna's militia. Stalle couldn't help but laugh to himself, the war had dried out the market down to a few women and children and he was appalled. He could hear the rattle of his belt buckles and daggers as he walked and the constant patter of Tome's paws on the dust road.
Ahead he could hear people whispering to each other, "Here comes the Drifter, I heard he's no good." and again he laughed. He wanted more than anything to prove them right, that he was "no good" but now was not the time for that. Right now was the time for a meeting. He did not yet know who it would be with, just that it was someone from before. It was foretold by a local fortune teller and all he knew of the meeting was the time, place and the importance. And when he looked to the sun he knew it was the time and he was nearing the place but nobody could be seen ahead. Under his mask, Stalle frowned. The teller took his money and gave him the wrong fortune.
As they reached their destination, Akaan Stalle and Tome both became disappointed. Stalle looked over to his companion and knew that the wolf was looking forwards to the meeting the stranger as much as he was. Both stood, looking defeated, when suddenly Tome turned barking excitedly. In turn Stalle turned to see an almost familiar face.....
People don't believe the vendors anymore. And the ones who would are now gone, off fighting demons in Alterna's militia. Stalle couldn't help but laugh to himself, the war had dried out the market down to a few women and children and he was appalled. He could hear the rattle of his belt buckles and daggers as he walked and the constant patter of Tome's paws on the dust road.
Ahead he could hear people whispering to each other, "Here comes the Drifter, I heard he's no good." and again he laughed. He wanted more than anything to prove them right, that he was "no good" but now was not the time for that. Right now was the time for a meeting. He did not yet know who it would be with, just that it was someone from before. It was foretold by a local fortune teller and all he knew of the meeting was the time, place and the importance. And when he looked to the sun he knew it was the time and he was nearing the place but nobody could be seen ahead. Under his mask, Stalle frowned. The teller took his money and gave him the wrong fortune.
As they reached their destination, Akaan Stalle and Tome both became disappointed. Stalle looked over to his companion and knew that the wolf was looking forwards to the meeting the stranger as much as he was. Both stood, looking defeated, when suddenly Tome turned barking excitedly. In turn Stalle turned to see an almost familiar face.....