Post by yanis on Mar 24, 2012 1:45:44 GMT -5
Gimrod was frightened. When his brother Sullivan had told him to run, he had. He thought that Sul would be right behind him. When the plague had struck Gimrod had been slow to see it. He always was. He relied on his brother for the thinking. BUt that didn't make him useless. Gimrod was the best most skilful fighter in the mountain, he was also the fittest and strongest dwarf anyone had ever seen. The Goldtracks were the great pair. Sullivan had been the first to notice the plague and was prepared for it, but even Gimrod could see that his brother's chance of survival was zilch. The plague was like none other, this plague didn't kill directly. It infiltrated the victim's mind and ruined it. It caused massive waves of depression. The dwarves in the mountain city either committed suicide if they were weak, or just collapsed into a permanent coma from raw grief. Sul had told him to run, run for a city called Rull. Sullivan swore if he survived he would meet him there.
The immense dwarf wiped a tear from his eye. No. Sullivan was dead and he knew it. He would make for Rull anyway. Sullivan had given him a map and supplies. He ran out of supplies in the first week but gimrod was also a great hunter. He loosed an arrow on a chicken 100 meters away hitting it straight in the neck. He would survive unless he had a dose of the plague. But his grief did not come from a plague. it came from the loss of half of himself.
2 weeks later...
The boat docked and Gimrod stepped off. The first thing Gimrod needed to do was get a job to keep him occupied. The first job he came across was a spider slayer. Once he found the dungeon he made a small refuge. across the road. Holding his sword he approached the steps slowly. Then he heard a cry.
"agrrhh! help! oh no HOLY!
Gimrod sprinted up the stairs in anticipation. There was someone on the ground, quite short holding a sword and wrestling with a giant spider on top of him. Gimrod came from the side of the spider with an almighty swing. he chopped the spiders head off and it went flying into the wall. He sighed.
Behind him he heard a scramble and then a swear. Gimrod turned around and then stopped. His jaw dropped and his beard lost a few hairs. He dropped his sword. He took a few steps forward.
"no!" Gimrod breathed
Then both Goldtrack brothers, Gimrod and Sullivan stepped forward and embraced.
Things would be fine, gimrod thought in relief.
Together they would rule the world.
The immense dwarf wiped a tear from his eye. No. Sullivan was dead and he knew it. He would make for Rull anyway. Sullivan had given him a map and supplies. He ran out of supplies in the first week but gimrod was also a great hunter. He loosed an arrow on a chicken 100 meters away hitting it straight in the neck. He would survive unless he had a dose of the plague. But his grief did not come from a plague. it came from the loss of half of himself.
2 weeks later...
The boat docked and Gimrod stepped off. The first thing Gimrod needed to do was get a job to keep him occupied. The first job he came across was a spider slayer. Once he found the dungeon he made a small refuge. across the road. Holding his sword he approached the steps slowly. Then he heard a cry.
"agrrhh! help! oh no HOLY!
Gimrod sprinted up the stairs in anticipation. There was someone on the ground, quite short holding a sword and wrestling with a giant spider on top of him. Gimrod came from the side of the spider with an almighty swing. he chopped the spiders head off and it went flying into the wall. He sighed.
Behind him he heard a scramble and then a swear. Gimrod turned around and then stopped. His jaw dropped and his beard lost a few hairs. He dropped his sword. He took a few steps forward.
"no!" Gimrod breathed
Then both Goldtrack brothers, Gimrod and Sullivan stepped forward and embraced.
Things would be fine, gimrod thought in relief.
Together they would rule the world.
