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89th of Winter 514AV
Ball found himself confined to his dorm with no such luck of getting out. Knights didn’t exactly patrol the halls and corridors prohibiting him from leaving, but it wouldn’t be hard to spot the little clay man if he did leave his room. So he sat there on his bed, heavily contemplating what he did to get him stuck within this petching situation… Luckily he was alone still, the kid that was supposed to be his roommate seemed to have vanished out of thin air Maybe I shouldn’t have attacked him… I mean he didn’t provoke me, just… Woke me. Ball frowned and looked back at the previous day’s situation. I jumped into a situation I had no reason to be a part of… I was hotheaded and out of line. The knights were correct on stepping in. Ball frowned at he kept thinking about all the trouble he is known to have caused.
“I am not fit as a squire… Not unless I learn to control my anger.” A tremble in his voice could be heard of anyone was around, the only one near was his mount Imass, the fluffy dog was just laid there, breathing softly and whimpering in his dreams. “I even failed you my faithful companion. I can’t even keep you safe in all my angry violence.” If Ball was able to cry he would be doing so, recalling the fight against Ser Pycon on the Isle of Pretty Ladies. The poor dog barely survived that attack and the squired clay man kept in his ‘heart’ that Ser Pycon was the cause of the dog’s near-death experience yet Ball knew the reality of the fact was he was the cause. Ihaven’t been a good squire, not even in the eyes of the gods. I have tainted the name of the Order in a fit of self-perceived justice. Was that justice? Maybe…
Ball turned his attention from Imass and looked down at his hands. There wasn’t much to them, a few nubby fingers and a small palm that couldn’t even hold a miza in them… Yet the destruction they could create was unfathomable. I took to learning a magic that in my hands should never be allowed to surface, violence is my answer… My only answer.
“Yet at one point I wasn’t always so violent… Was I? He tried to recall a time he wasn’t so violent… It was hard, yet he could faintly recall a moment. Two years ago Ball recalls something vague about Liege Lord telling him to protect Pretty Lady Pycon. Yet the memories surrounding that were blurred by training and combat. It was there though, Ball had a feeling that somewhere amongst all that training and combat Ball would be able to recall what it felt like to be not as violent…
Ball found himself confined to his dorm with no such luck of getting out. Knights didn’t exactly patrol the halls and corridors prohibiting him from leaving, but it wouldn’t be hard to spot the little clay man if he did leave his room. So he sat there on his bed, heavily contemplating what he did to get him stuck within this petching situation… Luckily he was alone still, the kid that was supposed to be his roommate seemed to have vanished out of thin air Maybe I shouldn’t have attacked him… I mean he didn’t provoke me, just… Woke me. Ball frowned and looked back at the previous day’s situation. I jumped into a situation I had no reason to be a part of… I was hotheaded and out of line. The knights were correct on stepping in. Ball frowned at he kept thinking about all the trouble he is known to have caused.
“I am not fit as a squire… Not unless I learn to control my anger.” A tremble in his voice could be heard of anyone was around, the only one near was his mount Imass, the fluffy dog was just laid there, breathing softly and whimpering in his dreams. “I even failed you my faithful companion. I can’t even keep you safe in all my angry violence.” If Ball was able to cry he would be doing so, recalling the fight against Ser Pycon on the Isle of Pretty Ladies. The poor dog barely survived that attack and the squired clay man kept in his ‘heart’ that Ser Pycon was the cause of the dog’s near-death experience yet Ball knew the reality of the fact was he was the cause. Ihaven’t been a good squire, not even in the eyes of the gods. I have tainted the name of the Order in a fit of self-perceived justice. Was that justice? Maybe…
Ball turned his attention from Imass and looked down at his hands. There wasn’t much to them, a few nubby fingers and a small palm that couldn’t even hold a miza in them… Yet the destruction they could create was unfathomable. I took to learning a magic that in my hands should never be allowed to surface, violence is my answer… My only answer.
“Yet at one point I wasn’t always so violent… Was I? He tried to recall a time he wasn’t so violent… It was hard, yet he could faintly recall a moment. Two years ago Ball recalls something vague about Liege Lord telling him to protect Pretty Lady Pycon. Yet the memories surrounding that were blurred by training and combat. It was there though, Ball had a feeling that somewhere amongst all that training and combat Ball would be able to recall what it felt like to be not as violent…
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