Post by jonathiel on Sept 27, 2009 4:18:32 GMT -5
The still sounds of night were all around. The wind moved slowly through the leaves in the trees as if unwilling to wake up the sleeping world upon which it moved. The entire world slept, even the Ancient trees would sway lazily like giant cradles in a relaxing comforting motion that would mimic the mood of the world around them. The stars shone down upon this sleepy world like tiny candles that shed light to comfort more than to shine in the dark. The soft ground padded with grass and moss was as comfortable as a king’s bed made of goose feathers and furs. A more perfect setting for a relaxing scene could not be found and though the bodies of a few remained curled and abandoned by the souls which traveled the land of dreams, one in particular was detached and free from the spell as it moved with cold calculating ease towards the sleeping figures. Though the shadow seemed to move with ease the sign of many seasons was upon its step as it neared the sleeping figure. An air of malice and ill intent could be felt emanating from the being as it reached deep into the darkness of its own body as it seemed and pulled out two items as if to attack the sleeping people. With both hands rose as if to strike, the stars’ light caught a glint of metal as it plunged down….
“Get up get up you worms move your asses!!” The sudden outburst of noise erupted and disrupted the tranquil setting that had been woven by the night was violently crushed by the ruckus that erupted from voice and cooking pans as they crashed together adding to the chaos of the stumbling young people as they moved about trying to find an explanation to this rude awakening. “What the hell are you doing?! Move faster, break camp, we have stuff to do and places to be and your slow asses are not moving fast enough and you think you can become rangers. My grandmother would be a better ranger and she can’t even walk!” The tenor voice, which under normal circumstances would have been pleasant and almost comforting, was at this moment the bane of the existence for the poor souls that were under the training of such a man. His name was Crawndor; he was in his mid forties and was a human. He had been a ranger for 20 years or more even though to his students it seemed he had invented the concept of a ranger. He was harsh but there was a technique to his cruelness. He was a good teacher, the best there was in these parts and definitely the best one in Alva some said he was just as good as the Grand Master that resided in the Capital but then again so do other students think of their own masters.
The ruckus continued for a good 15 minutes as bodies collided and camp items were thrown here and there. At the end of it all with the students filling in lines with their possessions on their side racked by nervousness and some obviously still shaken from their surprise awakening. Even the night was silent as if expectant on what would occur. “You guys are pitiful, fifteen of you and not one could hear me coming? I was making more noise than a stampede of moose. Let me guess why, cus you were tired right?” A few nods of the head and pitifully hopeful looks thinking that this would get them off the hook. Yet such was not their luck, instead sucking in a great deal of wind, their instructor would continue the barrage of insults. “That is because you dumasses stayed up all night and did not even bother to set up a watch, and here you are expecting me to have pity on you? You guys have no clue and what the hell is it with all this stuff? Are you guys carrying all you own with you or something? That is why you guys took fifteen minutes to get in line and ready. You are rangers now; you do not need anything the wild can not provide. Food, shelter, even family, all will be given to you by the wild. You think that you already know everything just cus you passed your test? You don’t know shit. You are just a bunch of punks and that is why you are here. I will be the final decider on who stays in the ranks of the Rangers and who gets left for the dogs. Now grab all your crap and follow me. Your training has just begun.
“Get up get up you worms move your asses!!” The sudden outburst of noise erupted and disrupted the tranquil setting that had been woven by the night was violently crushed by the ruckus that erupted from voice and cooking pans as they crashed together adding to the chaos of the stumbling young people as they moved about trying to find an explanation to this rude awakening. “What the hell are you doing?! Move faster, break camp, we have stuff to do and places to be and your slow asses are not moving fast enough and you think you can become rangers. My grandmother would be a better ranger and she can’t even walk!” The tenor voice, which under normal circumstances would have been pleasant and almost comforting, was at this moment the bane of the existence for the poor souls that were under the training of such a man. His name was Crawndor; he was in his mid forties and was a human. He had been a ranger for 20 years or more even though to his students it seemed he had invented the concept of a ranger. He was harsh but there was a technique to his cruelness. He was a good teacher, the best there was in these parts and definitely the best one in Alva some said he was just as good as the Grand Master that resided in the Capital but then again so do other students think of their own masters.
The ruckus continued for a good 15 minutes as bodies collided and camp items were thrown here and there. At the end of it all with the students filling in lines with their possessions on their side racked by nervousness and some obviously still shaken from their surprise awakening. Even the night was silent as if expectant on what would occur. “You guys are pitiful, fifteen of you and not one could hear me coming? I was making more noise than a stampede of moose. Let me guess why, cus you were tired right?” A few nods of the head and pitifully hopeful looks thinking that this would get them off the hook. Yet such was not their luck, instead sucking in a great deal of wind, their instructor would continue the barrage of insults. “That is because you dumasses stayed up all night and did not even bother to set up a watch, and here you are expecting me to have pity on you? You guys have no clue and what the hell is it with all this stuff? Are you guys carrying all you own with you or something? That is why you guys took fifteen minutes to get in line and ready. You are rangers now; you do not need anything the wild can not provide. Food, shelter, even family, all will be given to you by the wild. You think that you already know everything just cus you passed your test? You don’t know shit. You are just a bunch of punks and that is why you are here. I will be the final decider on who stays in the ranks of the Rangers and who gets left for the dogs. Now grab all your crap and follow me. Your training has just begun.