Post by sekraktaa on Mar 19, 2006 20:30:50 GMT -5
Slowly, his mind returned to reality and the veil of darkness which engulfed him started to fade away. Wearily, he openend his eyes only to shut them tight again to shield himself from the bright sunlight. It hurt his aching eyes.
He groaned, tried to get up but failed miserably. So he did the only thing he could do at the moment. He made himself as comfortable as possible, and tried to remember what happened.
His name was Sek-Raktaa. He was a monitor lizard, a komodo dragon to be exact, of emerald green scales. His scales turned a slightly lighter green on the underside of his snout, all the way down his body towards the underside of his tail. The scales on his neck and around his amber eyes were of a yellowish colour.
Until recently, he had been a slave. A slave, sold to a powerful mage for whatever sick and twisted fate he had in mind for poor Sek-Raktaa. However, fate had other plans. The ship, which was supposed to carry Sek-Raktaa to his new master got into a huge storm, and had ended up with the storm slamming the ship against the razor sharp cliffs of an island unknown to him.
From the point of view Sek-Raktaa had, he seemed to be the only survivor. Probably due to the fact, that the scales covering his body had provided slightly more protection from the violent environment than the fur of the slavers and his captors had. How ironic. Despite the pain he felt, a smile spread on his face. Sure, he was covered with cuts and bruises, with every single part of his body aching, but he was alife. Alife and free.
Once again, he tried to get up and succedded this time. The shore he was washed upon on was covered with debris of the ship though, he was unable to find the corpse of any of the slavers. A sickening feeling overwhelmed him suddenly. What, if they were alife either? What, if they would start looking for him?
He certainly had to get away. A task, not easy to be done. His clothes, a dirty and torn loincloth which was barely enough to cover himself, and the heavy slave bracers on either of his wrists identitied him clearly as an escaped slave. He had to be extremely careful now.
He looked around the debris, and stumbled across a rather large piece of wood which, judging by the size and shape of it, would make an excellent wanderers staff and weapon. However, he had to admit that he was anything but skilled in combat. He was a mage once. A long time ago. Though, both of the bracers were enchanted. Enchanted, to prevent him from using magic.
He sighed. Life was anything but easy. An escaped slave, on the run from his master, slavers and most vulnerable to almost anything. He shrugged. It could be worse, he guessed. So, he did the only thing he could do. He grabbed his staff, and started his long journey into the future. He was curious, what fate had in store for him.
He groaned, tried to get up but failed miserably. So he did the only thing he could do at the moment. He made himself as comfortable as possible, and tried to remember what happened.
His name was Sek-Raktaa. He was a monitor lizard, a komodo dragon to be exact, of emerald green scales. His scales turned a slightly lighter green on the underside of his snout, all the way down his body towards the underside of his tail. The scales on his neck and around his amber eyes were of a yellowish colour.
Until recently, he had been a slave. A slave, sold to a powerful mage for whatever sick and twisted fate he had in mind for poor Sek-Raktaa. However, fate had other plans. The ship, which was supposed to carry Sek-Raktaa to his new master got into a huge storm, and had ended up with the storm slamming the ship against the razor sharp cliffs of an island unknown to him.
From the point of view Sek-Raktaa had, he seemed to be the only survivor. Probably due to the fact, that the scales covering his body had provided slightly more protection from the violent environment than the fur of the slavers and his captors had. How ironic. Despite the pain he felt, a smile spread on his face. Sure, he was covered with cuts and bruises, with every single part of his body aching, but he was alife. Alife and free.
Once again, he tried to get up and succedded this time. The shore he was washed upon on was covered with debris of the ship though, he was unable to find the corpse of any of the slavers. A sickening feeling overwhelmed him suddenly. What, if they were alife either? What, if they would start looking for him?
He certainly had to get away. A task, not easy to be done. His clothes, a dirty and torn loincloth which was barely enough to cover himself, and the heavy slave bracers on either of his wrists identitied him clearly as an escaped slave. He had to be extremely careful now.
He looked around the debris, and stumbled across a rather large piece of wood which, judging by the size and shape of it, would make an excellent wanderers staff and weapon. However, he had to admit that he was anything but skilled in combat. He was a mage once. A long time ago. Though, both of the bracers were enchanted. Enchanted, to prevent him from using magic.
He sighed. Life was anything but easy. An escaped slave, on the run from his master, slavers and most vulnerable to almost anything. He shrugged. It could be worse, he guessed. So, he did the only thing he could do. He grabbed his staff, and started his long journey into the future. He was curious, what fate had in store for him.