Post by Pruvan on Jan 8, 2010 19:14:10 GMT -5
{OOC: Open for all ;D}
Gen’hrarwl was walking down a dirt road, the main road in fact, in a small village called Lacpalma. A name that apparently meant ‘Glorious Lake’ or something of the sorts, Gen did not care for when they told him. The street was bordered by shops and stands of all kinds. Though the village was rather small, it got a lot of visitors and passerbys on their way to destinations unknown. But today was a calm day and most of the people walking about were villagers browsing their daily goods, children playing and makeshift town guardsmen patrolling and maintaining peace in this quiet little town.
As Gen walked, his scruffy clothes rattling with the tiny bones and bracers adorning it, it seemed as though all the people that saw him coming scurried off or tried walking around him in as wide an arc as the small street would allow. As he neared a couple of children playing, the kids were called back by their mothers and watched with big eyes at the creature passing by, whispering questions about the beast to their parents, who threw only dirty looks at it. Gen didn’t even notice anymore, he’d gotten used to this daily charade. In fact he threw a dirty, fake smile their way every now and again, exposing his sharp teeth some just to annoy them. The mothers tightened their grips on their children and averted their gazes, exclaiming stern “Hmpf”s and “Disgusting”s.
Gen came to a halt in front of a fish shop and let his eyes roll over today’s selection; there were some very nice catches amongst them so he licked his lips eagerly. The shopkeeper was apparently busy rummaging through something underneath the counter. “Aaaah, have your pick! Have your pick! Best catches in all of Lacpalma right ‘ere!” He shouted from underneath the counter, still rummaging. ”Gimme two of those big fatties.” When Gen spoke it sounded more like he was growling his words than actually speaking them. This was because his original language was that of the Gnolls, which was composed mostly of just that: growls.
Gen’s strange voice apparently tipped the shopkeeper off to who exactly was standing in front of his little shop, as he immediately stopped whatever he was doing and looked up from behind his counter. He slowly raised his tall figure and folded his arms, his welcoming demeanor suddenly gone and a stern look now forced upon his face. “We don’t serve your kind here…” He nearly spat the words “your kind” in Gen’s face, who did not care. This was all still daily routine.
Gen let his vision rest on the man’s face for a while before letting it slip towards his right arm, which was flimsily bandaged. Underneath he could identify strange black spots covering his skin. The expression on Gen’s face immediately turned to satisfied smugness, he’d found his leverage for the day. ”Those are some nasty spots on your arm there. Black Ich disease most likely.” The shopkeeper quickly unfolded his arms and fixed his bandage, covering the spots more. The flustered look on his face betrayed he didn’t know what the disease was until now.
He inhaled heavy through his nose before exhaling through them again, flaring his nostrils. He rubbed his arm a bit then turned back towards Gen and folded his arms once more. Gen was grinning with a smug look on his face. The man tapped his fingers some. Gen grinned. The man clumsily threw his face to the side, checking if no one was watching or eavesdropping. Naturally, a lot of people were. A lot of villagers had stopped and now stared at the two, whispering to one another. The shopkeeper let out a short “Hmh” before turning back towards Gen. “The fish normally costs two a piece” he started, “but since it’s you, I’m thinking five is mo-“
”Nasty disease that, Black Ich...” Gen turned his face some, dramatically staring off to nowhere in particular, and sighed. Interrupting the man before he could finish his sentence. ”If left untreated the parasites in your arm start eating away at your flesh, breeding and laying their eggs. Soon enough your entire arm will be devoured, then they move on to the rest of your body. Nasty stuff…” Gen turned back towards the counter and reached inside a pocket that hung from his side. He threw four coins on the table. He stared back up at the man and gave him a dirty smile.
The shopkeeper was merely staring at the floor, obviously spooked by what Gen just said. He blinked nervously and stared off at different spots on the floor around Gen before looking up at his face. He was breathing heavily and his face was turning red a bit. Throwing some glances around to the other villagers he silently started wrapping two fish in a patch of cloth as fast he could and shoved them in Gen’s arms, who replied a quick ”Thank you” before quickly walking off. He decided not to torment the man by hanging around any longer. A group of women were already throwing looks and gossiping about the shopkeeper’s possible connections with Gen.
Gen left the village with the fish he just bought and made way for his house, as much as you could call it one. It stood a short distance away atop a small hill next to the village, with a small dirt road leading towards it. The weeds that grew alongside it betrayed that the villagers consciously chose not to keep it clean. Gen had managed to settle down in this village and buy this little excuse of a building, though probably for more than it’s worth. He would’ve been declined even that, were it not for a rather embarrassing rash in a rather embarrassing place the mayor had that Gen helped treat. Since then Gen was allowed to live there, in exchange that he kept the incident a secret. He had agreed.
The villagers themselves however were not acceptant of him. They never had a Gnoll visit their village before and Gen’s uncivil behavior didn’t help make a good first impression. Not to mention the rumors that Gen let himself in with the shadiest of people, even murmurs about demons and the sorts. And while true, the only affiliation he had with said demons was the exorcising of them. But try explaining that to those simpleminded fools. Still, since there was no church in this town, he was the only one around capable of proper healing. And though no one in town would ever admit having actually visited him, he was the first person they mentioned when people were looking for a healer.
He silently walked along the dirt road that led towards his shack in the distance, staring off at the flower patches that grew in the fields ahead. From the top of the hill where his house stood one could see the streak of grassland that ran between Lonea Lake and Selkia Forest. You could even oversee a large part of the still waters of Lonea Lake; disturbed only ever so often by a passing fisher’s ship. It had been quiet these past few days, with hardly any interesting customers visiting him and even less money on them. He was in dire need of a real challenge for his skills.
Gen’hrarwl was walking down a dirt road, the main road in fact, in a small village called Lacpalma. A name that apparently meant ‘Glorious Lake’ or something of the sorts, Gen did not care for when they told him. The street was bordered by shops and stands of all kinds. Though the village was rather small, it got a lot of visitors and passerbys on their way to destinations unknown. But today was a calm day and most of the people walking about were villagers browsing their daily goods, children playing and makeshift town guardsmen patrolling and maintaining peace in this quiet little town.
As Gen walked, his scruffy clothes rattling with the tiny bones and bracers adorning it, it seemed as though all the people that saw him coming scurried off or tried walking around him in as wide an arc as the small street would allow. As he neared a couple of children playing, the kids were called back by their mothers and watched with big eyes at the creature passing by, whispering questions about the beast to their parents, who threw only dirty looks at it. Gen didn’t even notice anymore, he’d gotten used to this daily charade. In fact he threw a dirty, fake smile their way every now and again, exposing his sharp teeth some just to annoy them. The mothers tightened their grips on their children and averted their gazes, exclaiming stern “Hmpf”s and “Disgusting”s.
Gen came to a halt in front of a fish shop and let his eyes roll over today’s selection; there were some very nice catches amongst them so he licked his lips eagerly. The shopkeeper was apparently busy rummaging through something underneath the counter. “Aaaah, have your pick! Have your pick! Best catches in all of Lacpalma right ‘ere!” He shouted from underneath the counter, still rummaging. ”Gimme two of those big fatties.” When Gen spoke it sounded more like he was growling his words than actually speaking them. This was because his original language was that of the Gnolls, which was composed mostly of just that: growls.
Gen’s strange voice apparently tipped the shopkeeper off to who exactly was standing in front of his little shop, as he immediately stopped whatever he was doing and looked up from behind his counter. He slowly raised his tall figure and folded his arms, his welcoming demeanor suddenly gone and a stern look now forced upon his face. “We don’t serve your kind here…” He nearly spat the words “your kind” in Gen’s face, who did not care. This was all still daily routine.
Gen let his vision rest on the man’s face for a while before letting it slip towards his right arm, which was flimsily bandaged. Underneath he could identify strange black spots covering his skin. The expression on Gen’s face immediately turned to satisfied smugness, he’d found his leverage for the day. ”Those are some nasty spots on your arm there. Black Ich disease most likely.” The shopkeeper quickly unfolded his arms and fixed his bandage, covering the spots more. The flustered look on his face betrayed he didn’t know what the disease was until now.
He inhaled heavy through his nose before exhaling through them again, flaring his nostrils. He rubbed his arm a bit then turned back towards Gen and folded his arms once more. Gen was grinning with a smug look on his face. The man tapped his fingers some. Gen grinned. The man clumsily threw his face to the side, checking if no one was watching or eavesdropping. Naturally, a lot of people were. A lot of villagers had stopped and now stared at the two, whispering to one another. The shopkeeper let out a short “Hmh” before turning back towards Gen. “The fish normally costs two a piece” he started, “but since it’s you, I’m thinking five is mo-“
”Nasty disease that, Black Ich...” Gen turned his face some, dramatically staring off to nowhere in particular, and sighed. Interrupting the man before he could finish his sentence. ”If left untreated the parasites in your arm start eating away at your flesh, breeding and laying their eggs. Soon enough your entire arm will be devoured, then they move on to the rest of your body. Nasty stuff…” Gen turned back towards the counter and reached inside a pocket that hung from his side. He threw four coins on the table. He stared back up at the man and gave him a dirty smile.
The shopkeeper was merely staring at the floor, obviously spooked by what Gen just said. He blinked nervously and stared off at different spots on the floor around Gen before looking up at his face. He was breathing heavily and his face was turning red a bit. Throwing some glances around to the other villagers he silently started wrapping two fish in a patch of cloth as fast he could and shoved them in Gen’s arms, who replied a quick ”Thank you” before quickly walking off. He decided not to torment the man by hanging around any longer. A group of women were already throwing looks and gossiping about the shopkeeper’s possible connections with Gen.
Gen left the village with the fish he just bought and made way for his house, as much as you could call it one. It stood a short distance away atop a small hill next to the village, with a small dirt road leading towards it. The weeds that grew alongside it betrayed that the villagers consciously chose not to keep it clean. Gen had managed to settle down in this village and buy this little excuse of a building, though probably for more than it’s worth. He would’ve been declined even that, were it not for a rather embarrassing rash in a rather embarrassing place the mayor had that Gen helped treat. Since then Gen was allowed to live there, in exchange that he kept the incident a secret. He had agreed.
The villagers themselves however were not acceptant of him. They never had a Gnoll visit their village before and Gen’s uncivil behavior didn’t help make a good first impression. Not to mention the rumors that Gen let himself in with the shadiest of people, even murmurs about demons and the sorts. And while true, the only affiliation he had with said demons was the exorcising of them. But try explaining that to those simpleminded fools. Still, since there was no church in this town, he was the only one around capable of proper healing. And though no one in town would ever admit having actually visited him, he was the first person they mentioned when people were looking for a healer.
He silently walked along the dirt road that led towards his shack in the distance, staring off at the flower patches that grew in the fields ahead. From the top of the hill where his house stood one could see the streak of grassland that ran between Lonea Lake and Selkia Forest. You could even oversee a large part of the still waters of Lonea Lake; disturbed only ever so often by a passing fisher’s ship. It had been quiet these past few days, with hardly any interesting customers visiting him and even less money on them. He was in dire need of a real challenge for his skills.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.