Post by nop on Dec 31, 2005 15:18:50 GMT -5
(I've read a few, so I figure I'll write one up. I don't normally do this, so it may not be as well done as some of the others.)
Swings from Trees paced impatiently around the Elk Tribe's camp. The warriors were on the hunt for food, leaveing himself and the handful of other adolesents behind as both guards and early warning systems for the rest of the tribe should trouble arise. In a tribe of less than thirty, it does not take much to constitute trouble.
As Swings from Trees made his rounds, he heard some crunching and breaking of twigs and thick grasses. Instinctivly, he dived for cover as to not be seen. Once the intruders spoke, he knew there would be problems.
Two Trolls, while not much of a threat for the tribe's Warriors, would be devistating currently. There were only a handful of non-combatants at the camps, and just as many children. There was no longer time to think, only to act.
Around the tall grass and out in a flash, Swings from Trees closed to the Trolls and burried his tomahawk into one, and took another swing before they turned. Sirving out of the way, Swings from Trees evaded the counter-attack and began to run, allowing the trolls to follow him.... he was leading them away from the camp.
An hour later, the Warriors of the tribe had returned with a great boar to roast. The calls were made for the adolsents to return, and they all did. Save for Swings from Trees. He was assumed to have gone out to enjoy the natural settings as he is prone to do. This outlook faded as it neared the third hour of his dissappearance.
Several members of the Elk Tribe organized a search party to look for the wayward boy. Just before they set out, a humanoid shape walked toward the now-dark camp. It was soon seen to be Swings from Trees, battered and bleeding but alive, and carrying the scalps of two trolls; a remarkable feat for a 16 year old boy.
As is customary in the Elk Tribe, when a young man of woman performs a feat of valor, bravery, and skill, there was a celebration. Swings from Trees was awarded an eagle feather for each kill. Next, as was only done after prooving your natural ability, he was sensed for the potential to utilize mana.
Swings from Trees' mother Dream Reader, the Tribal Seer, had the honor. She closed her eyes and felt for the presence of such great power Arcane beings have. Her eyes swelled with pride as she nodded, her son was Arcane.
The final step of the process was the recounting of the tale. Swings from Trees needed to tell his account of how he was capable of defeating such a supperior force, and from that he would be given his Adult name. After a tale of leading the Trolls on a chase, setting ambushes, and counting coup, Swings from Trees received his Adult name; Walks Without Sound.
After a night of celebration, Walks Without Sound is woken by his mother.
"You shall now begin your Vision Quest. I can not tell you how long it will take, or what hardships you will endure. I can tell you, however, that you will know when it is over, and when it is over, you will know weither you are to return to the Tribe or begin your apprenticeship."
Walks Without Sound nodded, accepting his fortune. Within the hour, he began on the journey that would take him a year to complete. A Journey that would leave him in Evermoore.
Swings from Trees paced impatiently around the Elk Tribe's camp. The warriors were on the hunt for food, leaveing himself and the handful of other adolesents behind as both guards and early warning systems for the rest of the tribe should trouble arise. In a tribe of less than thirty, it does not take much to constitute trouble.
As Swings from Trees made his rounds, he heard some crunching and breaking of twigs and thick grasses. Instinctivly, he dived for cover as to not be seen. Once the intruders spoke, he knew there would be problems.
Two Trolls, while not much of a threat for the tribe's Warriors, would be devistating currently. There were only a handful of non-combatants at the camps, and just as many children. There was no longer time to think, only to act.
Around the tall grass and out in a flash, Swings from Trees closed to the Trolls and burried his tomahawk into one, and took another swing before they turned. Sirving out of the way, Swings from Trees evaded the counter-attack and began to run, allowing the trolls to follow him.... he was leading them away from the camp.
An hour later, the Warriors of the tribe had returned with a great boar to roast. The calls were made for the adolsents to return, and they all did. Save for Swings from Trees. He was assumed to have gone out to enjoy the natural settings as he is prone to do. This outlook faded as it neared the third hour of his dissappearance.
Several members of the Elk Tribe organized a search party to look for the wayward boy. Just before they set out, a humanoid shape walked toward the now-dark camp. It was soon seen to be Swings from Trees, battered and bleeding but alive, and carrying the scalps of two trolls; a remarkable feat for a 16 year old boy.
As is customary in the Elk Tribe, when a young man of woman performs a feat of valor, bravery, and skill, there was a celebration. Swings from Trees was awarded an eagle feather for each kill. Next, as was only done after prooving your natural ability, he was sensed for the potential to utilize mana.
Swings from Trees' mother Dream Reader, the Tribal Seer, had the honor. She closed her eyes and felt for the presence of such great power Arcane beings have. Her eyes swelled with pride as she nodded, her son was Arcane.
The final step of the process was the recounting of the tale. Swings from Trees needed to tell his account of how he was capable of defeating such a supperior force, and from that he would be given his Adult name. After a tale of leading the Trolls on a chase, setting ambushes, and counting coup, Swings from Trees received his Adult name; Walks Without Sound.
After a night of celebration, Walks Without Sound is woken by his mother.
"You shall now begin your Vision Quest. I can not tell you how long it will take, or what hardships you will endure. I can tell you, however, that you will know when it is over, and when it is over, you will know weither you are to return to the Tribe or begin your apprenticeship."
Walks Without Sound nodded, accepting his fortune. Within the hour, he began on the journey that would take him a year to complete. A Journey that would leave him in Evermoore.
