I hope the game does come back. Like everyone else, I really like the concept and the characters involved. Here's hoping.
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Fezont looks anxiously between the captain and Aisling. "You're not gonna fight them by yourself, are you?" he quietly asks the girl. "They'll kill you! And then us!"
Fezont's eyes widen in terror as the log hits Ren and separates the kids from the rest of the group. He pulls out his morning star in self-defense when he notices the brigands have their weapons in hand, slightly fumbling over the handle of his new weapon. He watches Aisling as she tries to confront the captain, but stays back. Hopefully this wouldn't turn into a fight. He doesn't feel ready.
"What?" Fezont spins around wildly looking for the man Ren has called out.
Fezont looks at Ren nervously. "I don't see anything. Are you- are you lying? That's not funny," he says angrily.
I'm so sorry to hear that.
Fezont nods hesitantly, still very disturbed by his dream and still feeling hungry after the pitiful dinner of last night. "I had a scary dream too," he offers. "I was all by myself, and it was so dark I couldn't see anything. Except for these strange, black figures that I could only just barely see before they disappeared." Fezont was used to nightmares at this point, but this one felt more vivid, more real. He shudders at the memory.
Fezont quietly nods to Leera. "I think you're right." The men do look very dangerous. Of course, so did she, but Fezont wasn't about to say that in front of her. He suddenly becomes very aware of just how hungry he is. Holding his stomach, he glances over at Ren. Is he trying to get food for us? It was hard to tell with him sometimes. Fezont knows he only had a few gold coins to his name, so if there are any "free" meals coming their way he wants to hold onto them.
Plus he is not adverse to swiping you guys something to eat if'n you got sent to bed without dinner... Which Of course, makes him the "Cool" guy in his own eyes at least. Well that might come in handy now, it seems.
"Um, my name is Fezont. Fezont Br..." "The question is not whether you know eachother," Professor Togren calls out from the group of adults of horseback, "But why you bickering children would want to know eachother in the first place. I've brought you all along to keep us safe, not find to make friends and meet new Wizard Chess partners." Fezont quickly shuts his mouth at Professor Torgen's harsh words, and trudges along quietly. He is extremely grateful when they finally arrive at the inn, marred only slightly by the fact that they have to stay in the barn. He looks into the dining hall, afraid to go in, but the adventurers have caught his eye. "Who do you think they are?" he whispers to anyone willing to answer.
Nodding glumly to Gedney, Fezont turns his attention back to the road, trying to ignore the laugh from Ren, when he suddenly hears screaming from one of the other kids. Terrified, he begins to reach for his morningstar before he realizes it's just one of the boy's pets. He quickly drops his hand to the side, relieved. Fezont reads the signs with feigned interest, trying to distract himself from the pains beginning to creep up through his legs from all the walking. A pleasant saunter through the wilderness? Mr. Foulkes seemed to mean well, definitely moreso than some of the other adults, but Fezont didn't see how anyone could view this as pleasant.
Fezont eyes the other children nervously as the expedition breaks from the main road. He watches as Ren admires his own armor, and feels jealousy welling up inside him. The young gnome hadn't been allowed to purchase armor; Professor Torgen said it would interfere with his abilities. So Fezont was stuck with his second hand clothing: tattered shirt, tattered pants, shoes with the soles so worn out he might as well be barefoot. Drab clothing that contrasts harshly with the bright green of his hair and blood red of his eyes. To compensate for the lack of protection, he had decided to buy the coolest looking weapons he could find: a Morningstar and a crossbow. And at least he knew how to make his own bolts for the crossbow. He remembered reading a book on it that his parents had owned before... before... He shakes his head violently as if to eject the thought from his brain, and he sidles up next to Gedney Foulkes. A gnome just like me! All the other kids were seemed to be humans (except for maybe that weird looking girl? Fezont can't tell what Leera is, but she looks different from all the other kids) so Fezont feels drawn to the only other one like himself. "Mr. Foulkes?" he asks quietly. "Do you know how much longer it is to where we're goin'?"
How terrible. I had hoped we'd all find something more pleasant to do. But, like all hope, it turned out to be false. |