This is my first story dealing with the genre of adventure so I did my best... Criticism is welcome as long as it's not stupid... Well without further adieu here is the story:
A man walked into an Inn on a dark stormy night. Faint candle lights were the only source of happiness in the place. As he entered the main hall he was greeted by sounds of thunder and flashes of lightning. His legs ached with each step he took. Looking around he felt a feeling of somberness, mindless agony.
“The years have taken toll on this building.” He said to himself as he walked and sat at a small table.
A young girl walked towards him. “Kind sir would you care for a drink?”
Her face seemed familiar like a man he once knew. Looking up from the table he answered kindly ‘no’. The girl kindly left to tend to an old man.
Taking out a small notebook the man stared into the distance. A small boy appeared and sat next to him.
“Are you a real hunter?” The boy asked.
“I once was.” The man laughed and patted the boy on his head. “Aren’t your parents looking for you?”
“Nope, I have been living at this Inn since I can remember. My parents never came for me...” The boy replied. Then the boy looked up at the man with a big smile and asked, “Do you have any stories?”
The man was taken aback at first, but then calmed down and replied, “Well I guess I was going to write it down anyway…”
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Blackness… the only blanket of substance that stood before his eyes. Darkness… the beast that holds grip around his reality. Footsteps take image among moving shadows as his mind takes hold of his world. Dreaming, he presumed; yet felt that there was more. The footsteps got louder. “A dream if I be damned”, he thought as his eyes adjusted once again. Moving shadows they were not, but they were something. Rats.
Synriad’s body flung forward. If not for his morbid fear of rats, his body would have stayed in stone. His head whirled around as he felt his body pull back again. Fearing this he flung his arms forward with all the strength he could give and toppled face first. Gnawing was heard near his ears as he braced himself for an attack.
“Away! Shoo demons of Zathroth!” A small pudgy figure came waddling over swatting the rats away with his feet.
Stopping inches from Synriad the man looked down. “By the lords! What hath been wrought upon his being!” The man tried to pick Synriad up; that brought no help. Grabbing him from the legs, Synriad was dragged into a small room and painfully lifted onto a small hay filled cot. Synriad’s head started to whirl again as his mind lost himself and he drifted into a deep sleep.
Synriad awoke to a small ray of sunshine peeking through the small holes in the walls of the room. Sitting up slightly he explored his surroundings. His eyes gazed from one wall to the next. It was still dark in the room, even with the sunshine penetrating through it’s cracks. Synriad turned he head toward the hallway as he heard little pitters coming from outside his room. Small mumblings were heard every now and then, sounding sort of like a prayer.
“The lord hold peace brightly near this world. Let not the demons of Zathroth hold grip around any of our hopes. Let the monsters hold out and stay beyond our borders, never near the cities of our holy one. Pralas, Ameno.” These words floated around Synriad’s head as he tried to hold his consciousness.
After a small time his mind faltered and he fell back to keep from losing reality. Resting for mere seconds, he tried to lift again. A small hand found rest upon his shoulder and lightly pushed him back down.
“Sit young one, your body has yet to hold enough rest to keep awake.” The short man lowered Synriad and waddled over to a small table in the corner of the room. Looking down the man grabbed a cup and poured some liquid out of a pot into the cup. Heading back toward Synriad he placed the cup in his hands. “Drink up, it should help ease the mind and body.”
Synriad just stared at the ceiling. His throat required some nourishment but his body refused to help. After some time, the man realized this and helped raise Synriad upright.
“Now drink.” The man stood there and waited.
Staring down at the cup of tea, Synriad slowly brought the cup up and took a sip. The feeling of the liquid burned his throat somewhat, yet he recognized the taste; tea. He took a couple more sips and then turned to finally see the man that found him. He found the man to be a priest of some sort with a small pudgy body. Moving up he sees the face of one who has seen only peace. A priest, he decided as he observed the man’s haircut; curly on the outside but bald in the center.
Then in a sudden realization, Synriad came to the conclusion that he did not remember anything about himself. His name he was sure about; etched into the club at his side. His past though, he could not remember. The more he thought the less sure he became about what he might have thought.
The priest looked at Synriad and noticed the worry. “Speak, tell me of what troubles your mind.”
Synriad just stared at the cup of tea, his mind twisting and turning like a sail boat in a hurricane. He felt his body fall back as he lost conscious.
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“Is he alive?” A voice awakened Synriad’s mind as he slowly opened his eyes. Blazing rays of sun blinded him, compelling his body to turn away. Determination stopped him though and he lifted himself up and gazed into the hallway.
In the hallway he found the priest and another man. The man noticed his awakening and mumbled something, departing immediately afterward. The priest bid him goodbye and walked into the room.
“Awake now I see.” He made another cup of tea and handed it to Synriad.
“Who was that man?” Synriad scared himself as his voice came from his mouth.
“Speaking too? What a wonderful recovery. Anyway, that man was just a hunter passing through.” The priest just stood there and smiled. “I am guessing your questions are endless. May you share some? Talking to a priest might help.”
“My mind can’t make sense of things. My past seems to bewilder even my most valiant efforts.” Synriad looked at the priest in disillusion as the priest started to laugh a little.
“Young one, you have been summoned to Rookgaard. Of course your memory is gone. If you knew your past you would deprive yourself of a future.” The priest saw the questioning look on Synriad’s face. “It’s hard to understand now. Please don’t think too much about it fore my answers will never be helpful enough.” The priest turned and headed toward the doorway. Turning, “You seem healthy enough to leave. There is an Inn not to far from here. Take this letter to the keeper and he should have a room for you.”
The priest left. Synriad slowly lifted himself out of bed. Trying to take the priests advice he stopped trying to remember and began constructing an alternate past. Creating family members, relatives, and friends. He just wanted to fill the gap his heart was missing. Walking to the doorway he grabbed the bag with the note. In the bag he notices an apple; the priest probably placed that there since Synriad hasn’t eaten for only angels can know how long.
He walked into the hallway and headed down it, to the main room. Looking around he saw figures of gods and angels. He confused himself again trying to realize how he knew only what certain things were and yet his own personal past was a mystery.
The priest was praying silently in the corner. Noticing Synriad he turned and waved. As quickly as he turned he returned to his prayers.
Synriad walked outside the temple; the suns blinding light forced him to lift his hand like a shield blocking an arrow from the largest bow. Forcing his hand below his eye level he viewed his surroundings. Bushes dotted the area around with a small mountain to his left. Squinting he looked forward to see 2 buildings. He decided just to head forward and see what they were.
Entering a small square between the two buildings he notices a third building, the Inn, to his left. Curiosity took over as he caught sight of the building to his right, a shop. Looking at his small club he found that it seemed weak and brittle. His desire took over and he walked to the store.
Finding some blackboards on the wall he read some off to himself.
“Short sword, fifteen gold. Axe, ten gold.” Synriad checked his bag for any gold at all. Finding five small coins he looks up to see the owner dusting off an old looking blade.
The owner felt that someone was near and looked up. “Well young lad what is it that you need from my store?”
Synriad gazed at the blade in his hands. “May I ask how much that sword is?” Synriad gripped his gold coins as a lion would his prey. Praying that it was within what he could afford.
“This rapier? Well It’s old but still useful.” The store keeper dusted it off some more. “How does ten gold sound?”
Synriad’s throat felt dry as he looked at the five small coins in his hand. The store keeper saw the saddened face. “Lad how much do you have?”
Looking up Synriad answered, “I only have five gold sir.” Synriad placed the coins on the table. “That is all I own.”
The store keeper grabbed the coins and placed in their spot the rapier. “Fine then lad, I was going to re-smith it anyway.”
Synriad grabbed the blade and holstered it where the club had been, tossing the club into a trash bin nearby. Looking at the worn blade he smiled, feeling a new sense of power and authority. The store keeper just smiled as he watched the young hunter marvel at the tarnished blade as if it was forged by the gods just for him.
Synriad thanked the man and left for the Inn. A feeling of confusion fell over him again as he entered the unknown landscape. Walking forward he almost lost his footing as he passed over a sewer grate. Regaining his balance he continued walking.
Upon entering the Inn he is greeted by the keeper. “Welcome, welcome, young hunter! I am guessing you are new.” The keeper eyed Synriad up and down. “Well then I also guess you are looking for a room.”
“That is right, I was told to come here with this letter.” Synriad reaches into his bag only to find a hole in it. “Oh no, the letter must have fallen out!”
The keeper looked with a frown, “Well then you can’t stay here. How am I supposed to trust that you’ll pay me without a recommendation? I am sorry but without a letter from one of the villagers, I cannot offer you a room here.”
The keeper turned and walked away to tend whatever matters he had. Synriad just stood there with a small thought of just arguing with the guy, but held back. Checking his bag once again to make sure the letter wasn’t there. Assuring that the letter was definitely gone angered him more. Taking a step outside, he once again tripped over the grate. The grate made a creaking sound.
“I wonder…” Synriad bent down to the grate and lifted it. After a small struggle it gave away and he was able to move it from its hold. Peering over he found a ladder. “Dark down there…” Swallowing his fears he started to head down the ladder. Halfway down, light started to seep into his gaze.
Reaching the bottom he found a lit torch on the wall. Grabbing it he wove it around him, trying to separate fear filled shadows and actual objects. The sound of rushing water was heard beneath him, its speed surpassed its look as he watched his letter make round and rush away from him!
“There it is!” He cried as he took off after it.
Crossing a bridge he follows the letter left. Racing through the cave he encountered large packs of rats. The dirty rodents bit at him as he flung his hands about wildly swatting them away. Then the currents seemed to stop rushing as he realized there was a hole ahead of him. Drawing his blade he stabbed wildly at the letter to try to get it before it rounded for a second run. His legs ached and he did not know how long it would take, or if it would even return to where he was.
Out of no where a rope was flung into the river and the letter pulled out. Stopping to breath, Synriad looked behind him to find a man standing there with his letter.
“Looks like you lost something kid.” The man held out his hand with the letter in it.
Synriad walked over with embarrassment and sheathed his blade. Grabbing the letter he bowed slightly and thanked the man. The man simply smiled and walked off into the dark corridors of the cave.
Synriad remembered where he was and shoved the letter into his jacket pocket and followed the river back to the entrance. Climbing up the ladder he felt the ache in his body building. Pulling himself out of the sewer opening he had to force his legs to keep himself upright. Limping back to the Inn he was once again greeted by it’s keeper.
“Wow, bad day?” The keeper joked as Synriad shoved his letter into his hands.
“Room now.” Synriad was not in the mood and was ready to draw his blade and demand a room if needed.
“Ah so you have found a letter. Very good, very good.” The keeper walked to his desk and grabbed a pair of keys. Handing them to Synriad, “Room six. Also, if the man near you gives you any problems just tell me. He usually enjoys making things out of the fur of animals he finds, very long and noisy process.”
Synriad grabbed the keys and walked up the stairs behind the desk. The stairs seemed to never end and he sighed with relief as he finished the tenth and final step. Walking down the hallway he had to feel the number on each door just to find his.
“How old is this place?” He asked himself as he found the little c on the door was actually part of a six.
Sticking the key in the lock he turned it slightly. A click is heard and he attempted to open the door. Not even a budge. He tried again this time used his foot to also kick the door. Still no budge.
“Oh come on, I am not in the mood!” Synriad attempted to kick open the door and hurt his foot in the process. “The demons have it out for me don’t they!”
A door opened near Synriad and a large man walked out. The man was large with muscles like that of a bear. He wore a cloak of bear fur and a kilt of the same.
“Problems kid?” The man shooed Synriad over and with one easy motion he turned the handle and pulled in open. “They door opens outwards incase you didn’t know.”
The large man walked back into his room slamming the door in the process.
Synriad almost burst out in laughter as he realized his stupid mistake. Alas, his laughter left as quickly as it came when he saw the room. Dark, dusty; it was as if someone had died there and it had been years since their bones had finished decomposing.
Walking through the cobwebs in front of him he found what he guessed was the bed he was to sleep on. Poking it with the handle of his blade he found the bed to be somewhat stable. Taking a chance he placed his sword upon the nightstand near him and fell back onto the bed. As his body made impact a small snap was heard. Synriad gripped the sides of the bed as it came crashing down onto the ground.
Laying in utter amazement he let out a small laugh. Slowly sitting up he found himself face to face with a creature even larger than the rats from the temple… Rolling to his left he flailed for his blade, loosely gripping the handle he pulled it towards him and jumped into a defensive position. The massive beast reared its legs and in the dim moonlight Synriad could make out the shapes of three horns. As the beast lowered itself wings flung out from its sides and buzzed in a terrifying fashion.
Synriad did the only thing he knew how to do; gripping his blade tightly he made way towards the creature and let out a roar as he stabbed forward. The creature just stood there as the blade got closer and closer… Then impact. Synriad marveled at the sight of his sword flying out of his hands as it bounced off the armor-like hide of the beast. As a last resort Synriad ran for the door as the creature’s wings came out again.
The winged creature then thrust forward at Synriad. All seemed lost until a large man came bursting through the doorway with a hatchet in hand. The creature stopped in its tracks and reared itself upright in an attempt to scare off his new foe. The man was unfazed though and lunged at the beast. Time seemed to slow as the man reached his target, swinging at a speed fast enough to confuse even the fastest eyes. He brought his axe slashing downwards right across the belly of the beast.
Green blood spilled from its bowels as it toppled over shaking in agonizing pain until only its leg twitched from time to time. The man walked over and grabbed the beast’s leg and started to drag it from the room. Looking at Synriad the man stopped for a second.
“Now the door opens both ways.” The man laughed and dragged the carcass of what looked like a beetle of mythical proportions.
Synriad slumped to the ground. Once again he was saved from almost certain death. He decided if he was going to make it in this deadly world he would have to learn how to fight. Walking back over the mattress on the ground he dropped his blade and just fell onto it and fell asleep. The day had been crazy and had continued on in his sleep, waking him from time to time into a frenzied state of mind. Eventually he broke away from reality and slipped into his own peaceful world.
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The sounds of baaing lambs and chirping birds filled the air as Synriad awoke. Getting up he walked over to the window and opened it. Glancing outside squinting through the bright sunlight he saw the mysterious world of yesterday now with new beauty. The landscape was beautiful. To his left far off in the distance he saw a bridge leading over a river. To his right was the temple from yesterday. It’s towering statues stood more prominent now as if they were alive, looking down upon the small village like guardians.
An acidic smells caught his nose as he recollected the events from yesterday. Turning he expected to find green blood all over the floor seeping into his belongings. Yet there was none. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small letter on the handle of the door. Walking over he picked it up and read it.
“Hope the first night didn’t scare you away! We have a small bug problem in this Inn… No worries though. I had your room cleaned while you were sleeping. Free of charge too. Well just so you know the free stays at this Inn end on Saturday. Hopefully you can find a job by then I would rather not kick you out.
Sincerely,
~the Keeper”
Taking the letter he crumpled it up and tossed it out the window. First he had to lose his memory and now he had to find a job. Frustrated once he again he caught sight of his blade against the wall. Grabbing it in his hand he came up with an idea.
Taking the blade into his hands he swung it around a couple of times.
“If I can learn to hunt I can sell the bodies to that fur collector…” He took a couple more swings.
Then it hit him. He had no idea how to fight! Dumbstruck he found himself in quite a predicament. If he didn’t know how to fight, he couldn’t hunt. This in turn meant he couldn’t kill anything to bring back to a man to earn gold. The paradox was quite angering. An angel then appeared in the doorway. Well an angel in his eyes.
His eyes lit up as he saw the man from yesterday. Standing tall with his bear cloak around him he let out a loud roar like yawn.
“He can teach me to fight!” Synriad said to himself as he sheathed his blade.
Walking calmly to the doorway he taps the giant on the shoulder. Turning slowly like a tortoise would run the man finally came face to face with Synriad. Involuntarily Synriad bowed and said in his most confident voice, “Sir I need to ask for a favor.”
“You have no need to call me sir. I am just another villager like you.” The man laughed and patted Synriad’s shoulder, “Anyway, what is it you need?”
“Well, sir, I meant… What is your name anyway?” Synriad realized he had no clue who this man was.
“Oh, my fault sorry. My name is Tobias, but you can call me Tobi.” The man said with his arms at his side standing proudly.
“Ok then Tobi, I am in need of gold and I am asking if… Well, if you could teach me to hunt so I can make a living.” Synriad lost his confidence and muttered his words.
“Well then, if you want to hunt you are going to need to speak up! Monsters will be all over you out there!” Tobi used his hands to emphasize his words, “If you have no confidence in something as simple as speaking then your fighting will be the same! So speak up boy and truly ask me for help!”
Synriad swallowed his fear and just yelled “Tobi will you help me learn to fight!”
Tobi laughed “I said to speak with confidence not yell, but yes I will help. I remember when I was young and didn’t have any trade to follow.”
Synriad sighed with relief “Thank you.” He said and bowed again.
Tobi looked into his backpack and pulled out of small leather cap placing it upon Synriad’s head. The hat slunk down and covered half of his face.
“Well you’ll grow into it I guess.” Tobi stood there puzzled for a moment until Synriad turned the cap around. “Oh backwards.”
They both laughed. “Well I must be going, tomorrow morning we shall start your training. For now, just look around the town, you might find something interesting.” Tobi said as he started to walk away.
“Where should I go?” Synriad asked before he lost sight of Tobi.
“Check the old mill north of the town. You might find some interesting things there.” Tobi replied before walking down the stairs.
Synriad grabbed his bag and tied it to his belt. Heading down the stairs he became nervous of what sort of surprise he was to find in the old mill. Leaving the Inn he turns left towards the bridge. As he nears the bridge he finds a building to his left with a field nearby.
“Must be the mill.” He said as he headed towards it.
Entering the dusty building he felt as if strange creatures were just going to jump out at him from every corner. Nearing the back of the mill he came into contact with two ladders. The one leading up was broken so he decided not to test fate by trying to get up there. The one going down seemed like the only other place to go.
As he climbed down the ladder his anxiety grew. As his feet finally reached the bottom he looked around. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and he could see clearly in the fading light of a wall torch. Walking around a little he stumbles upon a sewer grate.
“Never again.” He laughed as he backed away, then turning he found a large rat staring right at him, “It’s time!”
He drew his blade and steadily waited. His fears he pushed away as he knew they would only hinder him. His hands quivered and his sword shook violently. Then the rat bore its fangs and jumped at Synriad. Out of pure fear Synriad thrust his blade forward… Silence…
Synriad looked down his sword to find the rat impaled from head to toe. In disgust he whipped his blade to the side and sent the dead body flying. A little jingle was heard as the rat hit the ground. Walking cautiously over Synriad saw a small glimmer of light inside the rat’s chest. Reaching down he opens up the rat’s stomach with his sword and pulls out three small gold coins.
“I wonder how this got in there…” Synriad wondered as he shoved the gold into his bag.
Stepping back he lost his footing and slipped, his blade driving itself into the wooden floor beneath him. Standing up he grabs his sword by the hilt and pulls. The blade slowly starts to move up and is freed. Synriad sheathes his sword and looks down at where it was stuck to find the floorboard was now bent upwards.
Leaning down he bent the board farther until it snapped. Reaching far down with his hands he felt something chain like. Drawing his blade he used the handle to hook onto whatever was down there and pulled it up. Just laying on the ground the metal of the doublet glimmered in the faint light. Synriad looked at it noticing how good of a condition it was in and decided to put it on.
Placing it on himself he walked around a little. It didn’t hinder his movement that much. He smiled at finally having a decent piece of armor. Going back to the ladder he looks once again at the dead rat still wondering about the gold coins. Dismissing the thought he climbed the ladder to the surface and headed home.
That night he slept peacefully; no giant bugs, no random thoughts, just dreams…. Dreams….
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The morning set in fast. This was the morning that marked the beginning of a legend.
Synriad awoke to the smell of hot tea. On his nightstand stood a tall mug with freshly brewed tea. Getting out of bed picked it up and took a sip. The tea was powerful like an elixir to eternal youth. Staring out the window he found the sky still blanketing the world and wondered where the tea came from. A shout from below him answered his questions.
“Come on young lad! It is time!” Tobi waited there with his axe in his hand.
Synriad took a final look around the room. Finding a small piece of paper he started sketching. First an arm, then a leg. A body took shape as he sketched more and more. When he finished he looked at the drawing with a smile. He knew that the man in the picture would not be the man he was going to become. Placing the picture inside his bag he left his room and down the stairs. Stepping outside he was greeted by Tobi and his future.
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The years of training were hard. From learning how to hold a blade correctly to learning how to slice a wolf clean in half. From skinning a rat to skinning a bear. His features matured and at sixteen his facial features were that of a young man. Many mistook him for being the son of Tobi; both were efficient with weapons and skinning.
For his sixteenth birthday he was allowed to go on a hunt by himself. With a mace in hand he trudged to Minotaur hell; a cave of a million Minotaur or so they. The hunt lasted for three months, each month was another Minotaur. By the third month he started to head home.
When he finally reached the small town of Rookgaard he returned to the Inn with his prizes. At the Inn he expected to be greeted by Tobi in open arms congratulating him on his feats, yet no one was there.
Asking around the town he had found that Tobi had fallen ill and was at the temple. Rushing to the temple Synriad’s heart raced, feeling like it would explode. As he neared the temple he saw the priest and stopped in his tracks. Behind the priest were four men holding a coffin; Tobi was inside.
Synriad ran and drew his sword trying to get the coffin, yelling that it was a lie. During the struggle he suffered a slash to his chest. In self defense he killed one of the men with a blow to the head. At that point he knew he was not welcome there anymore, so he ran.
Into a building he ran; up stairs, through hallways. Eventually he reached a statue of the goddess Oracle…
“Oracle I pray!” Synriad cried to the statue, “Let my body end its place here! I have lost hope and have lost respect!” Synriad lost it and was in tears. He lost his one friend and had the blood of another on his hands.
“Synriaddd…” A voice spoke out in the distance, or was it near? Synriad couldn’t find where is came from.
“Synriaddd…” The voice spoke again… “You destiny is at hand… Are you prepared for it?”
“Who is this?” Synriad asked in a groggy voice, his throat still dry from his crying.
“ARE YOU PREPARED TO FACE YOUR DESTINY?” The voice seemed angered now, only wanting an answer.
“Yes!” Synriad just wanted a way away from where he was. “I am prepared!”
“A healer you shall be… holy or hell full… that choice is not known. Are you prepared?” The voice questioned.
“Yes I am ready.” Synriad’s mind spun. Was he where he thought he was? Was he in his room? Was he still in Minotaur hell?
“Then so be it… Be gone!” The voice whirled off into the distance and all light faded around Synriad to nothing.
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Synriad awoke on the ground of a temple. Sitting up he saw a door. Taking his chances he headed out the door and arrived in the middle of a city. The sun was shining bright and as he walked he saw more and more people.
Eventually he made it to a bank of some sort. A large crowd was there, all selling and buying things. He was shoved around easily as many of the people there were definitely warriors by there looks. Every time he turned his head he saw more and more people. After a while he found himself being shoved back into the street.
Synriad took off down the street trying to figure out what happened until he ran into someone.
“Hey! Watch where you are going!” The young man said.
He was a warrior by his build and an experienced one at that. The blade he held was bent and twisted like that of a serpent and his shield seemed to come to live as its eye darted from side to side.
“Well? Aren’t you going to at least apologize?” The warrior asked.
“Oh sorry, I am just… a little confused at the moment.” Synriad replied.
“Ah just off of the island right?” The warrior seemed to know what was going on.
“I guess you can say that…” Synriad picked up and reattached his mace to his belt.
“Boat or travel ship?” The warrior asked.
“I’m not sure.” Synriad told him.
“You must not like the sea if you didn’t at least know what ship brought you to the mainland.” The warrior said as he dusted off his scaly armor. “Anyway you might want to watch where you go; you might meet someone that will be as nice.” With that the knight left.
Synriad bid goodbye and continued down the street. After some time he got tired and decided to find a place to rest. The only suitable place he found was at the stairs of a bridge. He placed his belongings down and sat. Closing his eyes he slowly drifted to sleep.
Hours later he was awakened by a man in robes. The mans long gray beard muffled his mutterings. The old man found something peculiar with Synriad’s hands and inspected them. Then in surprise he stood up and beckoned another man in robes over.
“Look at this, his hands is that of a healer.” One man said.
“No more of a sorcerer. Look there.” He pointed, “I have the same on my hand.”
“No, no, no, but look here.” The other man pointed, “He is a chosen one sent by the oracle. This is a symbol of a druid!”
“You are right! My mind has mistaken me again.” The other said.
“Mistakes are normal my friend. Either way we must bring him to the towers he looks hurt.” The old man said while picking Synriad’s upper body up. “Grab his legs.”
The two men picked up Synriad and brought him up the stairs onto the bridge. Across the bridge they travel onto a platform. From the platform came more bridges and platforms until finally they reached solid ground. Up more stairs they went until they reached a large room with many beds.
Synriad was too tried to move and so his half opened eyes explored the area for him. As they swooped like hawks from side to side he could see other people there. Most wore hats of magic users like the mage in Minotaur hell. Finally they laid him down and once again he drifted to sleep.
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Synriad awoke on a rock between two raging rivers of lava. On his left the lava flowed green like acid ready to burn through the rocks beneath him any second. To his right he found a lava river of blue like that of the ocean. In front of him was a small wooden platform that extended twenty or so feet to a wall that split the two rivers.
Moments after his awakening he heard a low, sin filled voice. As he turned around he saw a demon, an actual demon. He had learned about these beings of Zathroth from Tobi and how they have the power to bend space and time. Synriad stood up and ran from the beast. No matter how fast he ran down the platform though, the demon was always behind him. Finally hit met the split and turned to face the demon.
The demon looked down at Synriad grinning from ear to ear, bearing its yellow rotted teeth. Then without warning it took a swipe. Synriad looked at his options; be cut apart by the demon, jump into the blue lava, or the green. The claw came closer and Synriad chose. He leaped to his right into the green lava and everything went dark…
“You have chosen…” A bell sounded and Synriad found himself back in the tower.
He checked around him. He was in one piece alright, but he just did not feel the same…
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