The sun had beat down on me ever since i had gotten here. Bright,yet
warm and had a breezy chill because of the wind handing over signs that
there may be a shower or two by the afternoon. The people in Fallmier
were much happier since the very first time i had seen them after
getting out of Gallant. I still collected herbs and such now and then.
What to do, I had thought. Now that i got this blade maybe i can find
out what or where or even how this thing managed to make it through all
these years. Well, i daid to myself. " I could take it to Jasper Collins
and see what he may think of it,but,i thought again, "what if someone
finds it to be valuable? Almost too valuable... I must sleep on this and
i knew it from my metal head down to my metal boot. Ah, I can sleep
there!
The Next morning was like i had just got out of a med bed after surgery
of getting whacked with an iron flail. I had all night to think of what i
should do. I had thought long and hard and it came to me that the blade
i possessed shall never be in an other's possession. I had sheathed it
in another leather sheath to my off hand selection and had kept my
original sword i had bought in Fallmier's market district that i had had
since the beginning. I stared far out the mundane to see a farm worker
a-wave at me saying, PATR! I need your assistance lad and continued to
explain further that his farm was being robbed by an random gang member
from Guitemaballa terrain.
The words had ended from my dry mouth and empty stomach. I tell ya, the
farmer began to present his words of bargain and said, " I will offer
you a deed to a part of my steed. Really? I did not know what i would do
with a steed and thought even deeper. I accept your bargain!
PATR had thought hard and could not understand how come there were
still thieves and murderers who had still of been stealing the long hard
earned treasures of the civilized Fallmier citizens. He had
contemplated many time's in his own inner intelligent skull fallowing
tissue of just how it would be that he could help every single citizen
of Fallmier and had decided that he would regardless of what happened,
try to reach them all. And,as he had agreed,he was at the farm with
steeds at noon. The farm was located about a hundred and fifty miles
from Fallmier and required PATR to rent a horse from the local stables
rental house just outside the gated rock he had always called home.The
farmer,PATR had searched was not anywhere near his steed or barns or
anywhere on his plot, so, PATR knew that there was only one other place
to look and was in his home with a mail slot and a home made wooden
plaque carved by hand with the last name pronouncing Erwin, "Erwin
Steed". The wood door was cabin mold and creeked its way open. The house
was old and damp with the fireplace not burning. There was no sound or
voice that had came of his home. And, he had seen the worse thing he had
seen for quite awhile. Erwin! he shook his corpse. Dang it! He almost
cried. His instinct was to inform the castle Fallmier' king of his
discovery and he left him back onto his horse and to the castle.His
first quest that had ended tragicly.
The Sudden Change In The Weather
You are before the king PATR. I will not disrespect PATR had replied to
the king's servant. I am here on a matter that had happened out in the
civilized farmer era just outside the castle PATR held firm in his word.
I see and what will this happening be PATR? Well, Your royalty ,PATR
had continued. I seen a farmer who presented me a job yesterday to of
been slain when i had arrived to do work for him. Is that so,the king
had said. Yes it is your royalty PATR said and had stepped down from his
presence. I see a traveller with a well known reputation for doing work
here in Fallmier,not a criminal and the king waved his power to his
most loyal guards saying,"so be it!"Be on your way PATR he announced
with no extra judgement and let out a last ruling and said in a humble
manner,"Be on with you!"So it was PATR had went on his way. After he had
left the presence of the king of Fallmier he had seen it. A storm
bigger than the years past had a darkness with a unknown prediction to
it. It was huge and miles upon miles long and had covered the entire
area that makes up Fallmier and every other section that was within
three to four thousand miles of them. This doesn't look good PATR had
veered about. This does not look good at all!
Is It A Witch Or Something Else?
The rain had began to poor down. Lightning had struck three hundred or
more times per minute. PATR was still out in the monsoon of the incoming
danger. Who or what could be causing this and here in Fallmier of all
places? PATR's thoughts had went deeper and deeper and he had kept
searching through the clues as if it were a life long to build puzzle he
could not quite put his war nose on. His specialties was always solving
clue's,but,this clue had not a clue to be had. I have to find out where
this storm had came from, PATR cried saying, "i never seen anything
like this". A minute or two had crossed PATR's purchased helm mettle and
people had begun to riot the street running and screaming for their
live's. Hey you! PATR grabbed at a citizens shoulder cloth. What? The
citizen had said and tried to run again screaming. Its got a pointy hat
and is mended of magic!
The Witch Of Recent Past And Fallmier's Most Feared Enemy's Return
The witch was not seen by PATR right away. It was not until PATR had
faced a southerly direction when he had seen her. The witches pointy hat
was nothing a normal witch would wear and the way it was worn was in a
way to show superiority over the other witches in existance. It is
rumored that not many witches exist in and around Fallmier,but some do
rumor to be seen in some of the farthest edges of the world of Sparta. A
witch capable of bringing storms and chaos to an entire race is called
the supreme witch because they are definitely more powerful than the
lesser witch, "The Apprentice".
A witches apprentice learns usually from a flock of supreme;s and is
until he or she is capable of over throwing another witch. The power of a
witch depends on there experience and combat history and there line of
witchcraft in there heritage. Stop right there witch! PATR put his
feathered fingers on his blade. Yah hee he he, the witch laughed and
said told PATR there was no way that he was going to stop her from her
spells and magickry. I will not let you destroy Fallmier witch! Well,
the witch grinned humorously,then, "you will die like the others".
Death By The Blade Of The Exile King Torakon
The battle had began. The Witch wold not give her name to PATR and PATR
kept smacking Torakon's blade handle trying to find out how to use and
wield its power. The minutes had turned to an half hour and shortly
after became a solid hour or two while the witch immensely had continued
to tear up the city and chase the citizens of Fallmier. C'mon, PATR
talked to Torakon.I just got to figure out how you....There was a pause
and a bright purple light that had ingited the terror that was before
Fallmier.The Blade had possessed PATR's Bodily functions and
movements,"he was now under its control". The whole event had left a
blank spot in PATR's memory when he had awoke the very next morning in a
prior storm puddle and the witch was gone,but,her gown and hat
remained. The sun had shined upon the damage and the terror had cleared
the streets and returned into a huge group of highly confused citizens.
What happened?PATR began to ask.Well, there was this bright purple
light and then you had enraged into this thing and then.....a citizen
gasped for air and PATR interupted saying,"Nevermind". The sun had
stayed shining and PATR had stood to his a balanced metal boots and the
people had taken a change of heart and a man had yelled the terrible
news, "The King Is Dead!". The people had awed and looked at each other
and then back at PATR who's blade was still glowing a hot purple fiery
when a silence had filled the air and fallowed a brief bow to his feet.
This Can not Be! The yelling man had feared and looked for the king's
son and had seen him also bowing to PATR and the blade that had slain
the witch.Whoa,the Yelling man had awed and acted like he had seen a
ghost,"its The Blade Of The Exile King Torakon". In legend,he continued
to think and had whispered a -loud, it is said whoever can wield the
power of the exiles is the one who is chosen to lead the spartan army
and rule over all on the planet of Sparta.
PATR Spoke
The King Is Dead and You bow to me for guidance!
So,I Say This. "You Are Free".
Or fight with me and let Sparta be Sparta again!
