Post by Nevin on May 4, 2013 19:23:01 GMT -5
March 14, 23 CLE
"You sure about that?"
"Yes, very."
The trader that was doing business with Nevin had just finished purchasing one of his pelts. It had been a while since either of them were able to sell anything- since the weather was starting to get warmer, there was not as much demand for furs.
"Anyway, thank you for the business." Nevin said as he pocketed the gold into the inside pocket of his coat. A smile crossed his lips as they completed the transaction.
"Yes, you too," the trader replies back to Nevin. He'd already started to hang the pelt on one of the side beams of his stall, and he was glad to get some merchandice flowing. Nevin waved to the man as he turned to begin walking through the street, back towards his apartment. His boots echoed loudly as he wove through the crowds of people that populated the streets that afternoon.
For the most part, it was turning out to be a normal Friday. Spending the day walking around downtown Noxus, finding traders to sell the pelts and meats that he could carry on him at one time. It had ended the same as it usually did- mindlessly walking back home. He was exhausted from the day's trade, and a slight grin forms on his lips as he thinks about being able to be home again. Home...
He turned his head as he noticed a group of happy children playing, kicking the ball between each other in the streets. He stopped walking to observe the kids for a moment, remembering his childhood at the same age. He closed his eyes as he remembered that fateful event that changed his life.
Nevin had been running for a long time, far more then he would have thought possible in his state. His whole village burned, nearly everyone that he knew and loved died in the attack. He was not in very good shape; cuts and bruises sent twinges of pain through his body as he ran through the forest. The blood trailed him as one of the mages tried to track him down. Even in the state he was in, he had managed to out pace the mage. Knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to catch up with the barbarian, the mage began to chant a spell as he ran.
The mage brought his hands out, and a one foot wide ball of rune magic began to fly out ahead of him. A wide grin escapes the mage as the ball of magic seeks the crude Freljordian, and didn't bother to keep chasing- he turned around, leaving the barbarian to die in his cockiness. He assumed that the magic that was seeking the tribal man would kill him.
The ball wove through the trees for some time after Nevin, and it finally managed to catch up to the young man as he ran through the forest. The magic hits him with a crackle of energy, wracking his body in a throbbing pain. With a blood curling scream, he nearly fell- the only thing that kept him up was the tree that he hit on the way down.
Somehow, he managed to absorb the magic and be able to live, though the magic still hurt massively as it went into his body. His eyes shut in agony, ice crystals formed on his body, the magic taking form from within him. His blood nearly froze, spiking into shards in his veins, nearly killing him- that caused him to collapse, and he shudders in the snow for hours.
Those hours become days, and the softly-falling snow blankets him. Somehow, he doesn't freeze to death. The rune magic, as painful as it was within him, was protecting him from the ice and the cold. When he woke up- the mages were gone, and so was everyone else in the forest. The pain had settled into his left shoulder, acting as his only companion as he wandered Freljord alone.
In a similar fashion to what he remembers, the pain hits him, throbbing horribly. The rune magic in his body was acting up, recreating the pain as when he was first hit by it. He winces in pain, his body curling around the old wound. Some of the crowd looks at him in slight disgust, and a few in mild concern, but no-one bothered to stop and ask him if he was okay. Not wanting to cause a scene, he turned to one of the side streets, where no one was walking.
The throbbing begins to lessen as he braces himself to a wall with his back. With heavy breathing, he looks up to the darkening sky as the sun starts to set, the pain beginning to lessen to a managable level. A warm pulse begins to eminate from his left forearm. He looked down to it and noticed that a slight drip of blood had come out of his scar, unnaturally.
It was likely to the dream, and the reaction by the rune magic. Luckily however, it was temporary. He rubbed the excess blood off of his shirt; this was the first time he'd had such a violent reaction, during the daytime at least. "Very bad indeed." He breathed to himself as he looked towards the stone ground, taking a few moments to wait for the pain to subside.
"You sure about that?"
"Yes, very."
The trader that was doing business with Nevin had just finished purchasing one of his pelts. It had been a while since either of them were able to sell anything- since the weather was starting to get warmer, there was not as much demand for furs.
"Anyway, thank you for the business." Nevin said as he pocketed the gold into the inside pocket of his coat. A smile crossed his lips as they completed the transaction.
"Yes, you too," the trader replies back to Nevin. He'd already started to hang the pelt on one of the side beams of his stall, and he was glad to get some merchandice flowing. Nevin waved to the man as he turned to begin walking through the street, back towards his apartment. His boots echoed loudly as he wove through the crowds of people that populated the streets that afternoon.
For the most part, it was turning out to be a normal Friday. Spending the day walking around downtown Noxus, finding traders to sell the pelts and meats that he could carry on him at one time. It had ended the same as it usually did- mindlessly walking back home. He was exhausted from the day's trade, and a slight grin forms on his lips as he thinks about being able to be home again. Home...
He turned his head as he noticed a group of happy children playing, kicking the ball between each other in the streets. He stopped walking to observe the kids for a moment, remembering his childhood at the same age. He closed his eyes as he remembered that fateful event that changed his life.
80 years ago
Nevin had been running for a long time, far more then he would have thought possible in his state. His whole village burned, nearly everyone that he knew and loved died in the attack. He was not in very good shape; cuts and bruises sent twinges of pain through his body as he ran through the forest. The blood trailed him as one of the mages tried to track him down. Even in the state he was in, he had managed to out pace the mage. Knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to catch up with the barbarian, the mage began to chant a spell as he ran.
The mage brought his hands out, and a one foot wide ball of rune magic began to fly out ahead of him. A wide grin escapes the mage as the ball of magic seeks the crude Freljordian, and didn't bother to keep chasing- he turned around, leaving the barbarian to die in his cockiness. He assumed that the magic that was seeking the tribal man would kill him.
The ball wove through the trees for some time after Nevin, and it finally managed to catch up to the young man as he ran through the forest. The magic hits him with a crackle of energy, wracking his body in a throbbing pain. With a blood curling scream, he nearly fell- the only thing that kept him up was the tree that he hit on the way down.
Somehow, he managed to absorb the magic and be able to live, though the magic still hurt massively as it went into his body. His eyes shut in agony, ice crystals formed on his body, the magic taking form from within him. His blood nearly froze, spiking into shards in his veins, nearly killing him- that caused him to collapse, and he shudders in the snow for hours.
Those hours become days, and the softly-falling snow blankets him. Somehow, he doesn't freeze to death. The rune magic, as painful as it was within him, was protecting him from the ice and the cold. When he woke up- the mages were gone, and so was everyone else in the forest. The pain had settled into his left shoulder, acting as his only companion as he wandered Freljord alone.
Present Day
In a similar fashion to what he remembers, the pain hits him, throbbing horribly. The rune magic in his body was acting up, recreating the pain as when he was first hit by it. He winces in pain, his body curling around the old wound. Some of the crowd looks at him in slight disgust, and a few in mild concern, but no-one bothered to stop and ask him if he was okay. Not wanting to cause a scene, he turned to one of the side streets, where no one was walking.
The throbbing begins to lessen as he braces himself to a wall with his back. With heavy breathing, he looks up to the darkening sky as the sun starts to set, the pain beginning to lessen to a managable level. A warm pulse begins to eminate from his left forearm. He looked down to it and noticed that a slight drip of blood had come out of his scar, unnaturally.
It was likely to the dream, and the reaction by the rune magic. Luckily however, it was temporary. He rubbed the excess blood off of his shirt; this was the first time he'd had such a violent reaction, during the daytime at least. "Very bad indeed." He breathed to himself as he looked towards the stone ground, taking a few moments to wait for the pain to subside.
