Great Cartoonist
05-04-2006, 12:58 PM
Across the bleak land there stood a humanoid figure. He looked upon the reddish-brown hills that were once grand mountains, the dried plains that once supported a deep-green field. The wind blew about him.
"Why... am I still here? What plans does fate... still have for me?"
He took out a large staff from his coat, and shoved it firmly into the ground.
"Could it be that this is my punishment? To walk the earth and bear witness to the suffering I've caused? To have my former followers shun me and curse the very air I breathe?"
He looked at the orange sky. Clouds were forming above him.
"Or perhaps... they have offered me one final chance...?"
He turned against the wind. Then he turned towards the direction that the wind was blowing.
"What path lies in store for me? Is the wind as unpredictable as they say...?"
The wind passed through his black hair, messing it up a bit.
"What if I... were to become like the wind?"
His image started to grow fuzzy, then was swept away with the wind.
----
The staff glowed for a bit, then words started to engrave themselves on it. It read:
This staff is the key to the answers you seek.
If you are able to solve the riddle and restore faith in me, the powers that I hold shall be granted to you.
(OOC: The rest is up to you.)
"Why... am I still here? What plans does fate... still have for me?"
He took out a large staff from his coat, and shoved it firmly into the ground.
"Could it be that this is my punishment? To walk the earth and bear witness to the suffering I've caused? To have my former followers shun me and curse the very air I breathe?"
He looked at the orange sky. Clouds were forming above him.
"Or perhaps... they have offered me one final chance...?"
He turned against the wind. Then he turned towards the direction that the wind was blowing.
"What path lies in store for me? Is the wind as unpredictable as they say...?"
The wind passed through his black hair, messing it up a bit.
"What if I... were to become like the wind?"
His image started to grow fuzzy, then was swept away with the wind.
----
The staff glowed for a bit, then words started to engrave themselves on it. It read:
This staff is the key to the answers you seek.
If you are able to solve the riddle and restore faith in me, the powers that I hold shall be granted to you.
(OOC: The rest is up to you.)