Post by Finhorn on Nov 23, 2019 3:15:33 GMT 1
Hercules sat on top of the mountain watching the sun rise and fall. Picking slowly at the rocks in some small attempt to look for ores. Really his mind had been focused on the way he and his friends were betrayed.
For months, free folk have been passing messages saying how the fellowship had been acting strange. Some were normal and walked and talked freely. Yet others not saying a word but yet working together, as if they were controlled by a master puppeteer.
The town hall was quite packed for a mid week, which made Hercules announcement easier to do.
“Brothers and sisters I must go to fellowship lands and speak with our betrayers myself.” He yelled,
“I will support you brother” Azathoth shouted.
“Thank you faithful friend. I feel this is a one way trip for me” Herc replied. Which most people knew it would be the case.
Through the plains and wastelands, Hercules ventured off. Slowly getting closer to the free folks home and still no fellowship in sight. Sleep quickly fell on him as he rested on the watch tower of a peaceful group.
The next morning everything was a blur. Before he realized it, Hercules has a dead free folk at his feet. Bobloblian lay dead at the base of Grahf’s town, the green giant stood a top the tower and watched but did not speak. Boblobian the innocent has fallen victim, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, to the betrayal as well.
“Come out and face me green giant!” Herc screamed, pacing the mountain top.
But yet, no reply from the giant standing behind the walls of the town. Although awake and present it appeared he to was controlled by something else.
Hercules wrote a note and placed it on the door of the town. “I shall return in 6 hours so we may talk”
6 hours came and Hercules returned to the mountain and shockingly the mountain was empty. A lone leaf born was in the forest only a few steps away and with a quick swing of the hammer, Legolas fell to the ground.
As the hours passed Hercules mind wondered.
‘The air seems the same. The trees are growing the same. What on earth are making them so possessed”
As sleep overcame him he only could wonder if they truly will want to talk or is blood all they know.
A streak of pain went through his body as he felt himself traveling through space. A rush of water came-over him as Emiliana splashed water onto his face.
“I take it they did not want to talk” Emiliana stated.
Still confused and bewildered ,Hercules replied” Grahf waited till I was asleep to attack. He is without honour!”
Stepping out of the capital fresh mangler in hand, Herc had decided to go back to his mountain top to think. To reflect on what he witnessed for himself.
A thought on a mountain
They move as if the puppet master is a bird in the sky. Being able to see all of us and where we go. To control the fellowship to move as one unit each one is a individual string. But yet controlled all by one person. Is this why Grahf has changed so much? His desire for blood is so strong. This is not a fight that we can win.
A time for change
Hercules pinned a note to the town hall board
“I have witnessed great evil on the other side. The majority of fellowship seemed to be under a spell that only the Gods can explain. This is not a fight we can compete with. Effective immediately and until further notice I am laying down my hammer and will not go to the other side of the island no more. I plan on helping the mayor with his duties and to train the young. We were betrayed by the green giant and Grahf because they want blood. I will not give my blood to them for some sick game. Mysterious forces have taken control of the fellowship and it is unsafe for travel. They seem to know where we are at all times. Travel in groups if you must. You will find me exploring for ore or at the trading company. When we receive word from free folk that the curse of the puppet masters have lifted I will return. Good luck my friends.
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