I was behind what appeared to be a barn. a very tiny barn. I craned my
head up to see a thatched roof, and the 'Robin Hood' me told me that it
was a house, that happened to smell like a barn. suddenly, I felt a
sharp something dig into my head, and a whirled around to see a chicken
making off with a piece of my scalp in its beak. I muttered some
outlaw-like words as I hoisted myself up, looking around. it looked to
be early morning, and I could see mountains in the distance. the sky
was a pale blue, with a mist of clouds forming over it. I walked around
the house and passed a pond. as I glanced at it as I walked by, I had
to quickly swing back and make a double-take. I was a fairly young
version of Robin Hood, clean shaven, with fairly delicate features,
thin lips, and short, short light brown hair. I felt uncomfortable
lumps of daggers concealed in my boots and at the small of my back.
suddenly I wondered if my voice had changed. I spoke. "oghm."
my voice was strangly deep-that was going to take a bit of getting used
to. gulping at these drastic changes, I walked coutiously into the
street. it was crowded, for early morning, and I looked around, hoping,
in a moment of forgetfulness, to spot someone I knew. the strangest
thing was, I saw a young woman dressed in green, who seemed familiar
somehow. I approached her carefully, trying to be inconspicuous. she
looked up at me, and choked. "Dawn Marie?!" she-he!- said in a high
voice. I gulped and nodded. Noah started to laugh.
"This is so-so-bizzarre!" Noah had long brown hair in a braid. I was
flabbergasted, but still, it was pretty amazing-even in all this, Noah
and I had some kind of-what do they call it-psychic connection. wow.
we headed toward the local tavern. Dawn Marie wouldn't have known this, but I was getting it from my Robin Hood side. "So," I said to Noah, "The objective is to find Rasmussem. where should we start?" Noah looked around. "Let's ask." I looked at him. "That's allowed? we won't be, I dunno, cursed or anything?" Noah shook his (her?) head, making the braids fly. "Nah, they wouldn't sic us this early in the game." I shrugged. "okay, who should we ask?" Noah led me towards the tavern before I pulled to the lead. "You're the girl now!" I explained. "I get to lead!" he laughed. I grinned. "The tavern tends to be a good place to go for information." he said, but before we made it to the door, a commotion from behind us caused us to turn. there, in the middle of the sqaure, was a very,very short man. "A dwarf," Marian hissed. "People of Rasmussem." he shouted. OK. that took care of one thing. "I am Feordin Maceweilder,son of Feordan Sturdyaxe, grandson of Feordane Boldheart, brother to Feardone the fearless,great-gra
ndson of Feordine Stoutarm who served under Graggaman Maximus." and
with that rather langthy intro, he got off the stump he had been
proclaiming from and walked into the tavern. Noah and I looked at each
other and, in another psychic moment, nodded and followed him in.
head up to see a thatched roof, and the 'Robin Hood' me told me that it
was a house, that happened to smell like a barn. suddenly, I felt a
sharp something dig into my head, and a whirled around to see a chicken
making off with a piece of my scalp in its beak. I muttered some
outlaw-like words as I hoisted myself up, looking around. it looked to
be early morning, and I could see mountains in the distance. the sky
was a pale blue, with a mist of clouds forming over it. I walked around
the house and passed a pond. as I glanced at it as I walked by, I had
to quickly swing back and make a double-take. I was a fairly young
version of Robin Hood, clean shaven, with fairly delicate features,
thin lips, and short, short light brown hair. I felt uncomfortable
lumps of daggers concealed in my boots and at the small of my back.
suddenly I wondered if my voice had changed. I spoke. "oghm."
my voice was strangly deep-that was going to take a bit of getting used
to. gulping at these drastic changes, I walked coutiously into the
street. it was crowded, for early morning, and I looked around, hoping,
in a moment of forgetfulness, to spot someone I knew. the strangest
thing was, I saw a young woman dressed in green, who seemed familiar
somehow. I approached her carefully, trying to be inconspicuous. she
looked up at me, and choked. "Dawn Marie?!" she-he!- said in a high
voice. I gulped and nodded. Noah started to laugh.
"This is so-so-bizzarre!" Noah had long brown hair in a braid. I was
flabbergasted, but still, it was pretty amazing-even in all this, Noah
and I had some kind of-what do they call it-psychic connection. wow.
we headed toward the local tavern. Dawn Marie wouldn't have known this, but I was getting it from my Robin Hood side. "So," I said to Noah, "The objective is to find Rasmussem. where should we start?" Noah looked around. "Let's ask." I looked at him. "That's allowed? we won't be, I dunno, cursed or anything?" Noah shook his (her?) head, making the braids fly. "Nah, they wouldn't sic us this early in the game." I shrugged. "okay, who should we ask?" Noah led me towards the tavern before I pulled to the lead. "You're the girl now!" I explained. "I get to lead!" he laughed. I grinned. "The tavern tends to be a good place to go for information." he said, but before we made it to the door, a commotion from behind us caused us to turn. there, in the middle of the sqaure, was a very,very short man. "A dwarf," Marian hissed. "People of Rasmussem." he shouted. OK. that took care of one thing. "I am Feordin Maceweilder,son of Feordan Sturdyaxe, grandson of Feordane Boldheart, brother to Feardone the fearless,great-gra
ndson of Feordine Stoutarm who served under Graggaman Maximus." and
with that rather langthy intro, he got off the stump he had been
proclaiming from and walked into the tavern. Noah and I looked at each
other and, in another psychic moment, nodded and followed him in.