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| Author | Topic: jonas travels |
| jonas |
posted 4/3/06 6:35 PM
Jonas is walking along through some woodland on his way to meet Goldar and the rest of the hunt. He has traveled for days, making camp when light fades. It starts to get dark so he dedcides to settle down for the night. When he was younger he always loved to sleep out under the stars with his brother Bultar. He would always look at the moon and vast night sky and wonder if somewhere else in the world someone was doing the same thing, but always came to the conclusion that a man like himself with a straight forward life and simple pleasures would never know. He gets a fire going, not a big one, but enough to keep him warm from the chill nights breeze. He goes into his bag and gets out some dry meat, places it in front of the fire to warm through. As he wait he thinks of the people in his life. Bultar, his thickheaded brother. The herbalist, Melock. His new battle brother, Goldar. but mostly of Tristian the brother of his former boss, killed by his own hand. Tristian had taken Jonas in when all others had shunned him because of his short fuse. Jonas had changed his outward appearance to fit in with the townsfolk, but they could always tell that at heart he would always be Linovel. looking into the embers and flames from his fire, he remembered what happened the night he cut down Tristians brother, Shelon. Jonas was outside a haunted house when Shelon shouted at him to get the old doctor Melock, not knowing that the doctor was nowhere to be found. Shelons anger and sense of reason got the better of him and he attacked Jonas with a flare spell. Jonas, hurting from the spell wrenched his sword from his scabbard and cut Shelon down, repeatedly swinging his blade into his body. Only when the red mist faded from his vision did Jonas truely realise what he had done, as Shelon lie bleeding to death on the floor. Connor of revolution tried to help Shelon by bandaging his wounds but was rendered unconcious by an unknown entity. Shelon was left to die as nobody had the skill to save him. Shaking his head, Jonas tried in vain to forget the memories for the night. Looking at the meat by the fire, he decided he had lost his appitite so put it back in his bag. laying down, he drifted into a fitful restless sleep. Morning came, and he rose, making sure the fire was completely dead, before continuing his journey to Goldar. Around midday, Jonas crested a small hillock to find Goldar and the other members of The Hunt sat round a big fire. Walking over, he gave a wave, to have it returned by all save Goldar, who stood and strode over to him, his walk full of pride. "Greetings, Goldar, child of the Bear. How are you faring?" |
| Goldar of the Linovel |
posted 4/4/06 1:03 AM
Goldar walks to stand before Jonas, his club carried at his side. "And greetings to you, brother in the Hunt, child of the Wolf. I have spent many days in prayer, and now we return to the city in search of the Elder, Denelar. "You have heard the news, of the traitor to the Linovel? The hunt for MacJaffa has been called. Surely his fate shall be a message to all of the Mountain who join the machinations of the dishonourable sons of the sea." Goldar turns to look distastfully at the city laid out below them. The hunters sit around the fire, cooking lunch.The ghost of his brother Zakk standing to one side, lost in thought. "Come Jonas, eat, for we travel soon." |
| jonas |
posted 4/6/06 4:16 PM
As Jonas and Goldar walk towards the fire, Jonas removes a shining sword from his scabbard. "Take a look at this, Goldar. My brother sent it to me. It seems he is doing well for himself. I hope to use it on the traitor fool, McJaffa" |
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