The Story Of Kiln The Wanderer, Chapter 7 and on... Options

[Kiln]

Alright for anyone who wishes to read the first six chapters, here's the link: http://www.waiting4oblivion.com/forums/ind...p?showtopic=675
I would recommend reading them, they're likely the best of the story.
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Chapter 7

Kiln walked around town pointlessly until dark, he wasn't tired. He couldn't help but wonder what trouble York was in and how he needed his help. He walked back towards the Eight Plates and entered.

Tomorrow he would go to the fort. It would be an awkward return even though he'd heard Larrius had left days before, off to Gnisis for his evaluation. Larrius was quite corrupt, perhaps he'd been discovered.

Kiln sat with Rami and the drunks listening to them laugh and sing. He stared at Rami's face when she wasn't paying attention, amazed at her beauty. The most popular drink was likely flin but he drank what he always had, the bitter but effective mazte.

He poured more of the drink for himself, watching the brown liquor flow softly from the opening and into the tall mug. At the moment everything seemed perfect but things never stayed like that for long in his experience.

In the morning he would get his armor repaired, buy some supplies and food and wait until the following day to meet York at the fort.

Kiln opened the journal and read more of it's pages,

"Today I talked to Caius again, he wants me to speak with some stupid orc in the mage's guild about doing a favor or something, I'm nothing but an errand boy I swear..."

Kiln thought for a moment, he'd met with the same orc...strange how their paths had led together so many times but it was probably nothing. For now he would sleep and worry more about that later, he put the journal back into it's pouch and lied it beside the bed.

Rami walked in lying down beside him and he fell into a deep sleep holding her close to him.
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Sorry it's so short but my pain meds suck and I'm getting off soon.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Feb 16 2006, 05:15 PM

[Kiln]

As York and Jinx rowed the boat closer and closer to their destination, Kiln could feel the wind blowing violently as he awoke from his short sleep. Rain had begun to fall as he looked at the dark sky overhead, he could hear thunder roll in the distance as a quick flash of light washed over the land and quickly retreated into the darkness.

They were nearing the shore but the camp was nowhere in sight. Kiln wondered what was going on when York looked over his shoulder and noticed he'd awoke.

"We're pulling out of the water, we can't continue in this storm!" York yelled over the whistling wind.

The boat rocked violently as the wind blew. The boat slid slowly onto the muddy bank as York and Jinx jumped out, they pointed at the entrance of what appeared to be an ancestral tomb and then pulled Kiln out of the boat. They carried him to the entrance and sat him just inside as they returned to the boat to grab the supplies.

They rushed back with the few bags they'd brought along with them and sat them beside Kiln. York and Jinx ventured into the tomb and after a few moments of clashing and banging they returned and grabbed Kiln by the arms, carrying him deeper inside.

Kiln looked around, examining the place as they carried him. Shattered piles of bones and broken skeletons lined the floor around the tomb, York and Jinx were good at what they did, that was for sure.

He began to wonder once again why they'd brought him along in the first place, it was very clear that they could handle anything that was thrown at them. Nothing stood against them when they were working together and it seemed that he was actually causing problems for them.

Kiln's companions put him down on the floor and went about their business.

York folded out his bedroll and slept in the floor as Jinx stood at the doorway of the tomb, staring at the sky as the storm raged on. Kiln sat up against the wall, he'd slept for too long already.

What bothered him the most was that tombs were his favorite places to explore, if he wasn't injured then he'd be searching every inch of the place for secrets. Kiln loved robbing tombs, strange that he was a dark elf graverobber though, most dark elves found tombs to be sacred places.

Exploring the tombs didn't bother Kiln in the least though, he couldn't help himself when he saw a tomb, he always had to investigate. Being inside of a tomb and not being able to search through it annoyed him to say the least.

Knowing he couldn't do anything, he just sat there, staring at the dusty altar beside him and wishing he was strong enough to explore.
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I had to edit it because I had him exploring while he was extremely hurt, thanks Megil.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Sep 1 2005, 10:16 PM