So, when we last left off, our Hero Jaggo was being lazy and slacking off on the sofa. Very boring.
So, instead, let us focus on the hard headed stubborn teenager brute. But we'll just call him Alistair.
8:20 AM
"Son of a bitch…" The teen boy swore under his breath as soon as Nan was out of ear-range. For his bullying of his little brother, Nan had sentenced him to work in the kitchen with the rest of the servants. Namely being the assistant to the chef. As a dish washer. Fun fun fun.
The boy couldn't help but stare up at the large window on the other side of the kitchen behind him. It was a beautiful day today. The sun shining brightly without a cloud in sight, and a nice breeze to balance out the heat and the cold. Oh how he yearned to be out there. To be free. To be rid of all the snobby underlings that catered to his parent's every whim. Unfortunately he'd earned his reputation as the "bad one" out of the two children who lived here.
His father no doubt hated him, as all the other servants. But he had just a fine time taking out all of his rage against his baby brother. That is when he wasn't caught like this time.
"Alistair!" Called the gruff voice of the chef. "Get outside and pick the berries. And don't step in them like last time!"
"Yes my master…" Alistair called back, before dropping whatever he'd been cleaning into the soapy water and sprinting past each and every waiter, cook hand, and chef before he'd made his way into the ballroom. There was a wooden stage set up on the far east side, dozens of tables with white table cloth that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight. Windows adorning the walls left and right along with other decorations such as portraits or flower pots.
Alistair took the quickest exit he found into the courtyard of the manor. Roses, peace bloom, bushes, a few trees, everything grew out here. In the middle was a stone statue of a beautiful woman, the stone showing no justice to the perfect dress she was wearing. Stone walkways showing where it was permitted to walk without disturbing the serenity of the garden.
Of course he'd ignored all of this, what nobody else save for Jaggo knew was the nice little hillside covered up by two bushes.
Our less epic hero wasted no time in climbing through both bushes, before nearly leaping right off the edge and sliding down the unnaturally steep hillside. He rolled, thumped, slid, and just about everything else before finally landing in the clearing.
The teenager groaned out of pain. His clothes now having several grass stains on them from his extremely adventurous screw up. "Totally landed it." He exclaimed as he dragged himself to his feet. "You ALL saw that right? Right?" He yelled to the trees, asserting his dominance and overall awesomeness to the plants.
"Yeah… You saw it…" He grumbled with a large grin as he navigated his way through the small forest.
Eventually he'd managed to fall right out of yet another set of bushes, right onto the stone paved ground of the busy streets of Lordaeron. And right into the path of a carriage, which came frighteningly close to smashing his skull across the street.
"Alright. Phase one, epic escape. Complete." Alistair mumbled to himself as he began walking in some random direction. "Phase two… Do something cool." Our second hero stopped dead in his tracks, pondering what to do next. It had to be something cool. Something awesome. Something completely amazingly epic.
"Oh I know!" He exclaimed suddenly, before spinning on his heel and running straight down the street, pushing his way through all of the overdressed nobles as he did so. To the capital city he went. Why? He'd probably figure it once he got there.
8:40 AM
Jaggo was still being lazy on the sofa.
9:15 AM
Our less tough hero Alistair had finally arrived at the capital city. It was the busiest here, merchants yelling about their "fine" wares. "Fine wares my ass." Alistair mumbled beneath his breath. Of course he didn't believe much of it, as he was in the poorer quarter of the city. Most of the things merchants sold here were scams or con artists. He'd learned better after that time he'd bought a teddy bear and it exploded in his sleep. Not that he needed a teddy bear, being the total manly man he was.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity (I.E. Five minutes) he'd arrived at his destination. The training grounds just outside the Lordaeron barracks. There weren't many soldiers out today thankfully. His mentors were no doubt out catering to every whim of paranoid nobles or royalty. Poor bastards.
Our brutish hero quickly took up a wooden great sword and approached the nearest training dummy. "So… we meet again." He said to the inanimate dummy, before dropping into a combat stance. Which wasn't actually a combat stance, it just made him look cool. "You think you bad? You think you bad?" He taunted, swinging for the dummy's wooden head, causing it to spin around, one of the sticks that was supposed to be an arm managing to strike our hero straight across the face.
Alistair collapsed onto the ground before the triumphant dummy, blood beginning to leak from his nostril. "AHHHH FOUL!" He called out, quickly rushing to his feet. "UNFAIR. COMPELTELY UNFAIR. YOU ALL SAW IT!" He yelled, pointing to the imaginary crowd watching him. "Stupid… I'll show you, ya son of a bitch!" Was the last thing he'd yell before lunging at his inanimate nemesis.
11:30 AM
Jaggo was STILL spending his entire day laying around on a sofa. Not like he had much else to do, considering he'd pretty much been entirely barred from the outside world. Save for the garden. But there was nothing interesting out there. He'd probably end up sneaking out soon enough though, that's what he normally did when no one was around or everything was extremely boring such as it was right now.
He knew exactly where he could go to. Unlike Alistair, his was far more hidden. Well, sort of. In truth both boys had their own little escape routes that they took normally. But now was not the time for that. He'd probably wait until his brother got home, light knew if he was caught outside with him out there…
For now he'd just watch the servants fiddle about busily. Maids running left and right to clean every possible inch of the room, butlers running in and out of the house for ingredients, the sounds of the chefs yelling at their apprentices. Yep. Was going to be a damn long day.
Mother and Father would be home soon.