Post by kevlin on Nov 7, 2007 18:44:48 GMT -7
With a clear head I was able to write another segment into the journal of Furflies. I hope you enjoy it and continue to read them as I am able to put pen to paper.
The Training Continues or does it?
Taken aback by Priestess Flaena’s sudden change of attitude, Furflies left the home. Not sure where to go, he just kind of wandered around, at one point he stopped to pet a stray dog, he sat on a bench and just kind of moved along clueless. As he approached the great gates, the Sergeant of the Guards stopped him.
The Sergeant sitting atop his steed pulled up in a swirl of dust and asked if he were Furflies BringerofStorms, son of Kevlin. Furflies with unsteady voice said that he was. The Sergeant then told him he was to report immediately to the Council of Elders.
Oh, boy thought Furflies, what did I do now….
Arriving at the Council, he once again waited just inside the chambers of the council. Shortly he was summoned to appear before the Council and as he approached he saw a new person at the table, the stone in front of her said her name was Alfreya. Standing there, he waited as the elders talked in whispered tones, just as he grew tired of playing this game the senior elder spoke. “Furflies, you have caused great concern in Qeynos, he said. With All this talk of poisons and killing from the shadows, Priestess Flaena has requested to be removed as your trainer. Frankly, you have scared her so badly her once golden hair is now as white as Frostfell Snow.” This is Warden Alfreya, she is know in this council to be quite capable of retraining people’s thoughts, you are to reside with her until she tells you that you are free to go.
As Alfreya stood to leave, Furflies noticed that she was not very tall nor did she seem to pose a threat, yet something about this lass warned him not to cross her. They both left and headed into the town proper. Rounding the various housing areas Furflies kept wondering how much further and about the time he decided to ask her they stopped in front of a little home not much bigger than his family’s living room. Ducking to enter, Furflies noticed that unlike Flaena’s home this one was neat and tidy. There seemed to be half filled vials scattered around various stations in the home but that was the extent of the clutter.
Removing her smock, Alfreya started working on something with herbs and glittering dusts were whisked back and forth between vials and stone bowls. Soon Alfreya handed Furflies a flask to drink from. Furflies considered telling this crazy woman that she had a better chance of getting the council of elders to howl at the moon than she did of getting him to drink from that flask and just as he opened his mouth he sensed a change in his head one that almost forced him to tip the flask to his mouth and drink the entire contents.
As he drank he felt a warmth course through his body, starting at his mouth and quickly spreading like standing near a fireplace on a cold Frostfell morning and drinking hot cider. As it spread though he felt weird kind of out of touch as if life was going on around him but he was three feet above it as it did.
The Training Continues or does it?
Taken aback by Priestess Flaena’s sudden change of attitude, Furflies left the home. Not sure where to go, he just kind of wandered around, at one point he stopped to pet a stray dog, he sat on a bench and just kind of moved along clueless. As he approached the great gates, the Sergeant of the Guards stopped him.
The Sergeant sitting atop his steed pulled up in a swirl of dust and asked if he were Furflies BringerofStorms, son of Kevlin. Furflies with unsteady voice said that he was. The Sergeant then told him he was to report immediately to the Council of Elders.
Oh, boy thought Furflies, what did I do now….
Arriving at the Council, he once again waited just inside the chambers of the council. Shortly he was summoned to appear before the Council and as he approached he saw a new person at the table, the stone in front of her said her name was Alfreya. Standing there, he waited as the elders talked in whispered tones, just as he grew tired of playing this game the senior elder spoke. “Furflies, you have caused great concern in Qeynos, he said. With All this talk of poisons and killing from the shadows, Priestess Flaena has requested to be removed as your trainer. Frankly, you have scared her so badly her once golden hair is now as white as Frostfell Snow.” This is Warden Alfreya, she is know in this council to be quite capable of retraining people’s thoughts, you are to reside with her until she tells you that you are free to go.
As Alfreya stood to leave, Furflies noticed that she was not very tall nor did she seem to pose a threat, yet something about this lass warned him not to cross her. They both left and headed into the town proper. Rounding the various housing areas Furflies kept wondering how much further and about the time he decided to ask her they stopped in front of a little home not much bigger than his family’s living room. Ducking to enter, Furflies noticed that unlike Flaena’s home this one was neat and tidy. There seemed to be half filled vials scattered around various stations in the home but that was the extent of the clutter.
Removing her smock, Alfreya started working on something with herbs and glittering dusts were whisked back and forth between vials and stone bowls. Soon Alfreya handed Furflies a flask to drink from. Furflies considered telling this crazy woman that she had a better chance of getting the council of elders to howl at the moon than she did of getting him to drink from that flask and just as he opened his mouth he sensed a change in his head one that almost forced him to tip the flask to his mouth and drink the entire contents.
As he drank he felt a warmth course through his body, starting at his mouth and quickly spreading like standing near a fireplace on a cold Frostfell morning and drinking hot cider. As it spread though he felt weird kind of out of touch as if life was going on around him but he was three feet above it as it did.
I'm hooked --- this is so good Kev.
