OOM: Out of the wilderness
Oct. 9th, 2009 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fowl_beastThe trip toward Edgeville was uneventful, except for the occasional encounter with a black unicorn or one of the cultists who were wandering the North, searching for revenants, Mahjarrat, or death.
The Sardomist revenant hunters that were escorting Evil Chicken south were a bit too eager to "dispose" of anything that wandered too close to the group. After all, nearly everything that wandered the Wilderness was an abomination and an affront to their Lord. And yet, they were accompanying, even protecting, one of the greatest abominations that still walked upon the earth on his journey south. Lady Palana even took it upon herself to carry Evil Chicken's cargo for him. Small though it was, it...
That apple. Despite the hole carved in it, it did not even show the slightest sign of going bad. There was no browning where her dagger had cut the fruit. It was incorruptible, yet one of the foul creatures of the Wilderness had apparently brought it into the world. It cured poison like nothing else in the world could, and she found it possessed by something that couldn't be poisoned. She was offered a piece of the apple for escorting something that didn't even need to walk - or fly - to get to where it wanted to go.
It made no sense.
And Evil Chicken's destination was Draynor. A small town, but a busy town. Most of the journey would be through ghost towns and the rolling hills of western Misthalin. Any wandering eyes that may fall upon Evil Chicken may dismiss him as a dreadfowl familiar, especially since Evil Chicken never walked anywhere. He didn't need to. But someone was sure to recognize him in Draynor. What were they supposed to do then? Protect him from the angry mob? Kill him to save face?
Kill him, and the apple is yours.
No. Murdering Evil Chicken for saving a knight's life? And then taking the apple? An apple to which, even though Evil Chicken may not have had a right to possess, she had no such right either? Such is not the way of a follower of the Lord of Light and Peace.
What of the good that can come from possessing such a potent anti-poison as this apple?
What of the good that can come from finding out what Evil Chicken was doing? He had been missing for months, and now that they have found him... There was something suspicious going on, something much bigger than a simple escort.
The unease in the hunting group finally found release on the animated skeletons that patrolled north of Edgeville.
It is unfortunate that chickens can't smile.
The Sardomist revenant hunters that were escorting Evil Chicken south were a bit too eager to "dispose" of anything that wandered too close to the group. After all, nearly everything that wandered the Wilderness was an abomination and an affront to their Lord. And yet, they were accompanying, even protecting, one of the greatest abominations that still walked upon the earth on his journey south. Lady Palana even took it upon herself to carry Evil Chicken's cargo for him. Small though it was, it...
That apple. Despite the hole carved in it, it did not even show the slightest sign of going bad. There was no browning where her dagger had cut the fruit. It was incorruptible, yet one of the foul creatures of the Wilderness had apparently brought it into the world. It cured poison like nothing else in the world could, and she found it possessed by something that couldn't be poisoned. She was offered a piece of the apple for escorting something that didn't even need to walk - or fly - to get to where it wanted to go.
It made no sense.
And Evil Chicken's destination was Draynor. A small town, but a busy town. Most of the journey would be through ghost towns and the rolling hills of western Misthalin. Any wandering eyes that may fall upon Evil Chicken may dismiss him as a dreadfowl familiar, especially since Evil Chicken never walked anywhere. He didn't need to. But someone was sure to recognize him in Draynor. What were they supposed to do then? Protect him from the angry mob? Kill him to save face?
Kill him, and the apple is yours.
No. Murdering Evil Chicken for saving a knight's life? And then taking the apple? An apple to which, even though Evil Chicken may not have had a right to possess, she had no such right either? Such is not the way of a follower of the Lord of Light and Peace.
What of the good that can come from possessing such a potent anti-poison as this apple?
What of the good that can come from finding out what Evil Chicken was doing? He had been missing for months, and now that they have found him... There was something suspicious going on, something much bigger than a simple escort.
The unease in the hunting group finally found release on the animated skeletons that patrolled north of Edgeville.
It is unfortunate that chickens can't smile.
