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| Mistakes!; Open for one unsuspecting costumer | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 19 2014, 12:14 AM (167 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Aug 19 2014, 12:14 AM Post #1 |
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Mistakes! People make mistakes and they rush into situations without all facts known, make promises with the wrong people with whom they cannot deliver on, run into a no way street and do not have the ability to get out. Mistakes can take many forms, they can have many different outcomes, good or bad, but when you leave things up to chance you are asking to have a magical reaction blow up in your face. I pride myself to think that I make no mistakes, that I have complete control over any situation, but… this is untrue, the nature of people cannot be totally predicted, even my own. On that day… I made a very basic mistake, the first mistake I mentioned to you, I rushed in and I could have taken advice from my familiar first. This was not foolish of me, no... it was something else. It was those pesky… feelings… I had locked on my familiar’s magical signature and made my way through that vortex, the wormhole to this new world where my familiar found herself in, but alas it was not that easy. Something is wrong with this world, of that I am certain but so far I was unable to get my hands into some literature to confirm my suspicions. When I started descending, the wormhole became unstable and risking have my body torn apart I was forced to dodge around, shield myself from the crushing forces and small anti mater singularities. When I got through I had strayed too far from my creation, the sky broke when the rift was opened and I fell in the water, it was salt water and basic experience told me I was in an ocean, I remember saying. – Managed to avoid hitting the water at terminal velocity. Very well Lesiet and now to find a suitable place to think. There was no other suitable place to think, I was stranded in the middle of the open ocean, so the first thing I did was find how much I could cast. This world’s magic was similar to many others I had visited before, even my own, I thought this at first but soon realized there was something else, something more peculiar, like I had an apple in my hand but when I took a bite it tasted of fish, everything was equal and different, I was at lost. Sea all around me, I was adrift and realized I did not have much to work with, I could create wine, I could create smaller sized arcane objects, and so I drank wine for days while I drifted. I pondered suicide but truth be told I would rather have my chances at drifting than starting in this new world in the body of a infant. So I drifted, obviously even my perfect body felt the harsh conditions and after seven days I began to doubt if it was really worth it to cling on to life any further, the only thing that had me going was that time is always on my side. From the water I heard something, I heard the sound of waves crashing into something, wood, yes I it was wood. – A boat, for sure. – I remember saying and it was not before long that I saw a boat out in the distance. I was tired and weak, but I knew that once I started swimming that my body would carry me trough with the aid of adrenaline, and so I swam and soon I was spotted by the open sea fisherman. I remember the looks I was given when they brought me on deck, it seemed like turtle neck shirts were not the fashion of this world, but instead patched up clothing and lice infested hair, along with rotten teeth. So why were they giving me looks again? Not really sure, you tell me… wait don’t tell me, the answer might be too disappointing. It was unavoidable to be glad, things would go a lot faster by maintaining my original body, not only it’s a superior body design as far as human anatomy is concerned, it is also the most beautiful, and charm is also a tool I like to take advantage off. It was when the sword was pointing at me that I realized that the people before me where rational beings too, and people always think the same way, “how can I get more out of this situation?”, I am like that too so I took no offense when the locked me up bellow deck and later sold me of as a slave in a port town. They were only two and truth be told I could have fought them, but in my weary state odds of winning were reduced, still well above the seventy percentile, but reduced. However the deciding factor was that I needed those men to take me to land, if in the fight they would be killed I would be on a boat, but with no way of knowing how to get anywhere. I did not know how much navigation equipment the small boat had, and last thing I wanted was to gamble once again. From what I have learned so far I am in the port city of Zedrin, in nation that seems to have no problems with slavery. I have been a captive for fourteen days now, and so far no one was inclined to buy me, and on the other hand I have not seen a costumer I am interested in serving so at least there is that. It seems like people here are looking for the strong and muscular humans, unaware that I could probably outperform those same humans, since my body’s design is superior in every way. It did not take me too long to learn the two languages spoken in this port, the local tongue to this nation and something I would call common, like the language that seems to be spoken throughout. I have heard of concerns about a plague and things like that, but that actually works well with me, a time of death is a good time to come in and take the unclaimed spoils of the dead. Not that it is graceful, but if the need arises it is a possibility to take into further consideration. For now I wait here, I wait for a costumer I can actually sell myself to, I only wish they had not sold my possessions, the clothes they gave me are fairly rudimentary, that is putting it nicely, it’s just a loin cloth, how ungraceful. While the tome and the cloak are easy things to summon back, I need my amulet, pen and glasses, I need to find and reclaim those possessions as soon as I get out of here. I saw those who bought them, I will find them with ease. Then there’s the dagger, that buffoon is using it idly, that blade is older than me… It annoys me, but I should not let these feelings cloud my judgment. I have had enough of that and look at where it brought me. I also could do with more style, so I suppose that will be my first order of business, get new clothes, these ones are, are… Well, well, well! What do we have here? My slaver is busy talking with that lady of the street, good he will be distracted. – Greetings! Let me poke your grey matter for a moment. – I point and lure the costumer in with my elegant finger, just a little closer. I won’t bite. - Ever had the opportunity of a lifetime in your grasp and let it slide past? Well, try not to let it happen this time around, it stands before you now! |
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