42nd of Summer, 507 AV
13th Bell
It was a beautiful summer day in the Bronze Woods. The forest that rested at the base of the Cobalt Mountains was quite blessed by Sivah, Lord of Summer and Excess. Indeed, he seemed to have lived up to his name this season as it was proving to be quite luscious and appealing. The birds were singing, the bees were buzzing, the bears were milling about tending to their cubs. All was as it should be in the forest save for one, sultry person.
Finnius Dink, a man of dubious nature and even more dubious character, was sulking in the woods. He wasn’t exactly an attractive human. He was short, lanky, and most likely was outweighed by a sack of grain unless he was soaking wet. Finnius was a man who was utterly and completely dissatisfied with his lot in life. The only problem? He couldn’t seem to rise above it no matter what he did. Well, he was determined to change that on that warm summer day. At present he was kicking up the dirt on the ground with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tatty leather vest with a very disgruntled look on his face. This might be attributed to the fact that he was sporting a bruised forearm and quite a few scratches on his legs.
“Stupid jerks,” Whom was he referring to? Perhaps it was the people who had scuffed him up.”…all they do is make fun of me and laugh. I’ll show them. I will be something. I can do it.”
A sly smile stretched across his face and he whipped out a dagger, a very dull and pathetic looking thing, jaunting forward brandishing the blade.
“Take that! Haha! You think you can defeat the mighty…uhh…” Finnius halted. He pondered the wisdom in making an imaginary introduction to an imaginary enemy using his real name. He deflated for a moment as he considered a dastardly and intimidating alias for himself. When it struck him he perked up and sashayed forward flailing his dagger.
“Haha! Take that! You think you can defeat the mighty, Bronze Bandit! Mwahaha!” He swung his dagger wide only to knock his hand against the trunk of a tree. Finnius yelped and dropped the dagger rubbing at the back of his hand. He glared at the tree before sighing and picking up his dagger.
“So much for being a daring and dastardly bandit. I can’t even fight imaginary enemies right.” Tucking the dagger back into his belt he sauntered onward kicking up the dirt only to get a face full of it. The young man coughed and sputtered waving the cloud of earth out of his face. The distraction proved too much as his feet found their way over to an outcropping of gnarled roots. As he was coughing he tripped over the roots but in a surprising display of dexterity the young man rolled with the fall springing to his feet. He was still a bit wobbly but otherwise fine. When his throat had cleared of all the dust he huffed and continued his walk.
It was then that Finnius heard the snap of a twig and an exclamation. He dropped into a crouch as he approached a less dense part of the forest. As quietly as he was able he crept up to a group of bushes peaking over the tops of the leaves to witness a very odd sight. There, just beyond the bushes stood a figure. For a moment he just watched the figure. It was most definitely a woman…or a girl. Either way, he watched what she was doing with interest for a few moments then felt a tickling on one of his hands. Looking down he saw a rather large spider crawl across the back of his hand.
Finnius shouted in surprise and fear jumping back flailing about flinging the spider away from him. He jumped over the bushes darting away from where he’d encountered the arachnid panting heavily. He froze then turned slowly coming face to face with the girl.
“Shyke.” Shyke was right.
13th Bell
It was a beautiful summer day in the Bronze Woods. The forest that rested at the base of the Cobalt Mountains was quite blessed by Sivah, Lord of Summer and Excess. Indeed, he seemed to have lived up to his name this season as it was proving to be quite luscious and appealing. The birds were singing, the bees were buzzing, the bears were milling about tending to their cubs. All was as it should be in the forest save for one, sultry person.
Finnius Dink, a man of dubious nature and even more dubious character, was sulking in the woods. He wasn’t exactly an attractive human. He was short, lanky, and most likely was outweighed by a sack of grain unless he was soaking wet. Finnius was a man who was utterly and completely dissatisfied with his lot in life. The only problem? He couldn’t seem to rise above it no matter what he did. Well, he was determined to change that on that warm summer day. At present he was kicking up the dirt on the ground with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tatty leather vest with a very disgruntled look on his face. This might be attributed to the fact that he was sporting a bruised forearm and quite a few scratches on his legs.
“Stupid jerks,” Whom was he referring to? Perhaps it was the people who had scuffed him up.”…all they do is make fun of me and laugh. I’ll show them. I will be something. I can do it.”
A sly smile stretched across his face and he whipped out a dagger, a very dull and pathetic looking thing, jaunting forward brandishing the blade.
“Take that! Haha! You think you can defeat the mighty…uhh…” Finnius halted. He pondered the wisdom in making an imaginary introduction to an imaginary enemy using his real name. He deflated for a moment as he considered a dastardly and intimidating alias for himself. When it struck him he perked up and sashayed forward flailing his dagger.
“Haha! Take that! You think you can defeat the mighty, Bronze Bandit! Mwahaha!” He swung his dagger wide only to knock his hand against the trunk of a tree. Finnius yelped and dropped the dagger rubbing at the back of his hand. He glared at the tree before sighing and picking up his dagger.
“So much for being a daring and dastardly bandit. I can’t even fight imaginary enemies right.” Tucking the dagger back into his belt he sauntered onward kicking up the dirt only to get a face full of it. The young man coughed and sputtered waving the cloud of earth out of his face. The distraction proved too much as his feet found their way over to an outcropping of gnarled roots. As he was coughing he tripped over the roots but in a surprising display of dexterity the young man rolled with the fall springing to his feet. He was still a bit wobbly but otherwise fine. When his throat had cleared of all the dust he huffed and continued his walk.
It was then that Finnius heard the snap of a twig and an exclamation. He dropped into a crouch as he approached a less dense part of the forest. As quietly as he was able he crept up to a group of bushes peaking over the tops of the leaves to witness a very odd sight. There, just beyond the bushes stood a figure. For a moment he just watched the figure. It was most definitely a woman…or a girl. Either way, he watched what she was doing with interest for a few moments then felt a tickling on one of his hands. Looking down he saw a rather large spider crawl across the back of his hand.
Finnius shouted in surprise and fear jumping back flailing about flinging the spider away from him. He jumped over the bushes darting away from where he’d encountered the arachnid panting heavily. He froze then turned slowly coming face to face with the girl.
“Shyke.” Shyke was right.
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NoteYay! Shenanigans! Here's hoping this proves to be a fun-filled and delightful thread for both of us, Aka.