Post by Paleo-JJX8672 on May 3, 2018 6:04:32 GMT
The night was quiet save the the subtle whistling of the wind though the trees. Above the canopy of the old oak forest the moon penetrated in beams of silver light dappling the floor below. The air was cool and crisp and the first signs of dew had only just begun to appear. A rugged dirt path cut through the densely wooded area overgrown with grasses and the footprints of various creatures who had crossed it.
Squeaking of an un-oiled wagon wheel could be heard as a caravan made its way through the night slowly but surely mounted by a rider wary of his surroundings. A man of 42, Baron was making his way through the Forgotten Path, a notoriously dangerous road. He hummed under his breath his face dimly lit by the dull yellow glow of an oil lantern that hung just over his shoulder attached to the caravan's roof. Before him pulling the cart was a bull. An old bull, its mane was matted and speckled with grey tufts of fur. The man was clothed in a series of stitched together rags made to form a sort of cloak. His face was obscured by a long thick salt and pepper beard.
Suddenly a shrill scream pierced the night sending chills down the spine of the traveler. The bull groaned warringly and bucked a bit becoming unsettled by the unearthly noise.
"Whoa there Tauros," he said softly stroking the bull's side with a lengthy prod. He had heard stories of ghosts that inhabited the forest, one of the many monsters that plagued the region. It was said that their cries sounded eerily similar to a human's but this one seemed different. Almost immediately he recognized the sound.
Adrenaline hit him and with crack of a whip sounding through the air, he urged the Tauros to break into a full gallop towards the sound. It was deep in the forest and when the cart could no longer fit between the trees, he reassured his companion and took to foot taking the lantern with. The cry stopped suddenly. Panicked, Baron burst into a full sprint and came upon a moonlit meadow. He scanned the area but the grasses were too tall to see clearly. He knew he could be in trouble if he wasn't careful.
Again the cry rang out and he honed in on the source. Somewhere in the middle of the meadow was a child, a baby. Again he sprinted and no sooner had he feared the worst did it manifest. On the edge of the wood, eyes gleamed reflecting the pale moonlight followed by a blood curdling howl.
"NO!" He pushed his body to the max as three wolves emerged out of the treeline. They too were attracted to the baby's crying but their intend wasn't to help. As the two opposing sides converged, he could see their muzzles were already soaked with fresh blood. He could see a blue bundle of rags gently moving. The baby! He thought. There was a brief stand off, both in each other's view and both sizing the other up to see who would move next.
Baron scanned the surrounding area for anything that could help and noticed a small pile of rocks. He smiled. Perfect... It all seemed to move in slow motion. As soon as Baron reached for the rocks, the dogs moved in, intent on finishing the job. In one smooth motion, he reached beneath his cloak, pulled out a slingshot and in three masterful shots, he landed each rock squarely in the center forehead.
With the dogs stunned, he quickly grabbed the child and ran as fast as his legs could carry them. A howl erupted and suddenly it seemed the whole pack was on their tail. He knew he was going to be surrounded. He looked for any escape but with one hand clutching this child he would be unable to retaliate or climb a tree to escape and Tauros was too far away not to mention still strapped to a caravan cart.
Suddenly, Baron stopped and turned. He moved aside his cloak and placed the lamp down. In his hand was a strange orb with a series of dials and switches on its surface. After messing with a few of them, he tossed the orb and it erupted in a brilliant white light. The light took form, solidifying into a a massive green monster and not a moment too soon.
The dogs had found them and they were surrounded. Baron took a moment to count the adversaries. Twelve. He looked towards the new monster onto the field. An impossibly large creature that smelled of brimstone and ash, its saliva sizzling away at the floor below. From its hearth a warmth that could be felt throughout the battlefield. Baron stared glaringly at his opponents with renewed vigor and breath.
"Showtime!"
Squeaking of an un-oiled wagon wheel could be heard as a caravan made its way through the night slowly but surely mounted by a rider wary of his surroundings. A man of 42, Baron was making his way through the Forgotten Path, a notoriously dangerous road. He hummed under his breath his face dimly lit by the dull yellow glow of an oil lantern that hung just over his shoulder attached to the caravan's roof. Before him pulling the cart was a bull. An old bull, its mane was matted and speckled with grey tufts of fur. The man was clothed in a series of stitched together rags made to form a sort of cloak. His face was obscured by a long thick salt and pepper beard.
Suddenly a shrill scream pierced the night sending chills down the spine of the traveler. The bull groaned warringly and bucked a bit becoming unsettled by the unearthly noise.
"Whoa there Tauros," he said softly stroking the bull's side with a lengthy prod. He had heard stories of ghosts that inhabited the forest, one of the many monsters that plagued the region. It was said that their cries sounded eerily similar to a human's but this one seemed different. Almost immediately he recognized the sound.
Adrenaline hit him and with crack of a whip sounding through the air, he urged the Tauros to break into a full gallop towards the sound. It was deep in the forest and when the cart could no longer fit between the trees, he reassured his companion and took to foot taking the lantern with. The cry stopped suddenly. Panicked, Baron burst into a full sprint and came upon a moonlit meadow. He scanned the area but the grasses were too tall to see clearly. He knew he could be in trouble if he wasn't careful.
Again the cry rang out and he honed in on the source. Somewhere in the middle of the meadow was a child, a baby. Again he sprinted and no sooner had he feared the worst did it manifest. On the edge of the wood, eyes gleamed reflecting the pale moonlight followed by a blood curdling howl.
"NO!" He pushed his body to the max as three wolves emerged out of the treeline. They too were attracted to the baby's crying but their intend wasn't to help. As the two opposing sides converged, he could see their muzzles were already soaked with fresh blood. He could see a blue bundle of rags gently moving. The baby! He thought. There was a brief stand off, both in each other's view and both sizing the other up to see who would move next.
Baron scanned the surrounding area for anything that could help and noticed a small pile of rocks. He smiled. Perfect... It all seemed to move in slow motion. As soon as Baron reached for the rocks, the dogs moved in, intent on finishing the job. In one smooth motion, he reached beneath his cloak, pulled out a slingshot and in three masterful shots, he landed each rock squarely in the center forehead.
With the dogs stunned, he quickly grabbed the child and ran as fast as his legs could carry them. A howl erupted and suddenly it seemed the whole pack was on their tail. He knew he was going to be surrounded. He looked for any escape but with one hand clutching this child he would be unable to retaliate or climb a tree to escape and Tauros was too far away not to mention still strapped to a caravan cart.
Suddenly, Baron stopped and turned. He moved aside his cloak and placed the lamp down. In his hand was a strange orb with a series of dials and switches on its surface. After messing with a few of them, he tossed the orb and it erupted in a brilliant white light. The light took form, solidifying into a a massive green monster and not a moment too soon.
The dogs had found them and they were surrounded. Baron took a moment to count the adversaries. Twelve. He looked towards the new monster onto the field. An impossibly large creature that smelled of brimstone and ash, its saliva sizzling away at the floor below. From its hearth a warmth that could be felt throughout the battlefield. Baron stared glaringly at his opponents with renewed vigor and breath.
"Showtime!"
