My Next Medieval Adventure
I was wallowing again at Stefan's tavern when I noticed this elf like creature. She was large for a lady in my eyes and without any beauty for me. I'm not sure how I heard that she needed a job done, probably through a whisper from one of the tavern wenches. Come to think of it, I think those slime wenches took gold for me in exchange for the information. But surely, I made way to her table and asked her if she needed anything to be done for her. She looked at me, her beady eyes looking up to my head down to my shoes, she then explained that my great physique would suit the job she had in mind. A treasure was lost, stolen from her and she wants the injustice repaid. She wants me to find a golden goblet!
Seeing that I am drunk when I took the job, I am now apprehensive with the task at hand. I pray to my deity, Bathala, that he keeps the grim reaper away as I wouldn't want to meet him for a third time. I pray that my body building and training with the sword would help me be victorious with this quest!
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It looks like this is not an ordinary quest. I entered the forest and walked for an hour or two when I noticed my next obstacle. As I got deeper into the forest, the trees were spaced more narrowly up to the point where most branches were close together, allowing only air to pass through between each tree. Ahead of me, lay a dead animal blocking my path. As I inspected closer I observed that it was a dead horse, probably a war horse judging from the large size as it blocked the entire path. And judging from the smell, it has been dead for a day or two. There was no other way but for me to lift it up and place it to the side so I can pass through. I could try and jump but I remembered once again what my mother used to say, "Never walk over a dead body or else you might follow them immediately."
I decided that it won't hurt to follow her advise since I'm sure I could lift the stinking dead body and lay it on the side of the road. I could hack it into two but aside from spilling the horses innards and stink, I just couldn't desecrate a dead body, even if it was an animal. So, I squatted, placed one arm under the horse's neck, then the other underneath its thinning body and lifted it up. I rotated to my side then dumped the carcass.
After the disgusting chore, I silently prayed that I may find a stream and so I could wash my body.
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Lo and behold, I found not a stream but a river and to get to the other side, I would need to swim across it. I watched for a moment, studying the current and the speed as the water splashed and ran in front of me. I might as well wash myself before attempting to cross. After a few minutes, contented that I was now clean, I began my swim. Swift, sure and slow stroked, swinging my head to the side to get some air in between. I kicked as hard as I can, and as fast as possible. After a few minutes, and right about when I thought I couldn't swim any further, my feet touched sand and then I noticed that I reached my goal.
Lucius was born with hope and joy from his parents. He was brought up with love and wisdom. He entered the world and matured hastily. He learned combat skills at an early age. His instructors of both language and fighting were proud of him. He did his tasks well and usually with honors. He wanted to be a ruler someday and bring his Draconian race to the pages of history. Live by the sword, die by the sword, they said. Lucius, a brave warrior, met death proudly in the battle field. May he walk to peace.