My past, others? Only more questions. [Memories?]
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2022 0:53:28 GMT
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Post by Sir Tart on Mar 3, 2022 0:53:28 GMT
Again, there are the whispers. Muffled voices of their own, or others. All in a jumbled mess that brings... Uncertainty. Small flashes of what might be memories alongside a few louder ones. A few of those louder one's... They stand out more than the rest. Those images and collection of slightly more clear words being one's put together more and more with time. If... Names could never be figured out. Be it who they see through the eyes of, or others spoken with.
One: They seem to be a farmer, or perhaps they were helping with the work at the time? Only guesses with what is known. The person was tilling a field to grow crops. Preparing for the coming spring most likely. There was noted to be a sense of warming up, as if they'd been used to previously colder days till that one. Then.. Another from behind would tap their shoulder, hug them, call to them. One of those are done. The person turning to look at the other. Features still unclear of who the other is... Some words were spoken, perhaps some excitement as well? That being all that's collected from there.
Two: A different person, perhaps? This one... What seems like a hunter. That person slowly sneaking through underbrush alongside a road in a forest. Bow drawn, and an arrow already nocked in place. There were... Other's hunting alongside them. Also with bows and in outfit's that helped them to blend in with nearby shadows or green. What seems like blades at their sides if the occasional glint of light is any indication. One at the front raising a hand, and perhaps telling people to take cover as everyone including who they are would either hide behind trees, or crouch in the thicker brush. Bow's trained on the road as they'd wait with baited breaths for their prey... A sense of excitement from that memory.
Three: He was in a war/battle/ambush? There was chaos everywhere, blood, bodies... Though there were more monsters than there were one's of people. This battle, it would help to decide the future. He knew it. Spear impaling another and blocking more blows with their shield. Several monsters swiftly taken down one after another. The desert sands fought upon as seconds, minutes, hours would pass. Around half of his troops had fallen. But.... They had eventually won. Many monsters laid slain across the ground, cheers from his troops/friends/allies/brothers. Arm raised in triumph, other hanging limply at his side. Blood from a wound keeping his left eye closed so as to keep it clear of such. And perhaps it was bloodloss, or maybe a monster had only been faking being dead and stabbed him. But he would fall, blackness taking over. And though he was glad that the battle had been won. There was a sense of... Regret, sadness? Perhaps both, also felt.
Four: They are a guard in what seems to be a caravan of sorts. A detour was needed to be taken as the usual path had a felled tree. Seemingly by a bolt of lightning if the burn mark was any indication. Themself and a few others part of the second line in front of the wagon. There were... Around sixteen or twenty guards. Maybe soldiers? There was a feeling of pride felt. Likely due to being one of the people to protect whatever was within. But... There would be some complications. Arrows flying from both sides of the woods, an impact against their right arm, and pain... But, them and around... Maybe seven or nine others weren't down yet. Sword drawn with their left arm, shield having to not be wielded since the right was too injured. Many people coming from the woods with dark clothing wielding daggers and a few swords. A clash between the two groups. One to protect the wagon. Other to likely take what's within... The battle was fierce, only three soldiers left. But... They were not included. Injuries being too severe as with one last look to the wagon, there would be a slight smile for a moment before falling toward the ground, and darkness.... That sense of pride still felt even in the end. Their job having kept them safe successful. And hope the rest of their journey would continue to be safe...
Those, would be the memories that stood out to Sir Tart the most. Them and other feelings that may have been from further in those individuals past or future. Those four perhaps even making up most of how he is now in ways of acting or fighting. Though there were, so many others as well... If so much quieter than those four. So many voices, so many different wants in how things are wished to be done. But.. Again, they are pushed to the side. After all, they have a duty to fulfill. Rising from their inert state. Eyes within the helmet glowing green for a moment before only blackness is within once more. Journey back... Home continued. The castle will be within sight the next day at the pace being gone. And they wonder... How have things been during the time away? It can only be hoped, that there has been more good than bad happenings...
One: They seem to be a farmer, or perhaps they were helping with the work at the time? Only guesses with what is known. The person was tilling a field to grow crops. Preparing for the coming spring most likely. There was noted to be a sense of warming up, as if they'd been used to previously colder days till that one. Then.. Another from behind would tap their shoulder, hug them, call to them. One of those are done. The person turning to look at the other. Features still unclear of who the other is... Some words were spoken, perhaps some excitement as well? That being all that's collected from there.
Two: A different person, perhaps? This one... What seems like a hunter. That person slowly sneaking through underbrush alongside a road in a forest. Bow drawn, and an arrow already nocked in place. There were... Other's hunting alongside them. Also with bows and in outfit's that helped them to blend in with nearby shadows or green. What seems like blades at their sides if the occasional glint of light is any indication. One at the front raising a hand, and perhaps telling people to take cover as everyone including who they are would either hide behind trees, or crouch in the thicker brush. Bow's trained on the road as they'd wait with baited breaths for their prey... A sense of excitement from that memory.
Three: He was in a war/battle/ambush? There was chaos everywhere, blood, bodies... Though there were more monsters than there were one's of people. This battle, it would help to decide the future. He knew it. Spear impaling another and blocking more blows with their shield. Several monsters swiftly taken down one after another. The desert sands fought upon as seconds, minutes, hours would pass. Around half of his troops had fallen. But.... They had eventually won. Many monsters laid slain across the ground, cheers from his troops/friends/allies/brothers. Arm raised in triumph, other hanging limply at his side. Blood from a wound keeping his left eye closed so as to keep it clear of such. And perhaps it was bloodloss, or maybe a monster had only been faking being dead and stabbed him. But he would fall, blackness taking over. And though he was glad that the battle had been won. There was a sense of... Regret, sadness? Perhaps both, also felt.
Four: They are a guard in what seems to be a caravan of sorts. A detour was needed to be taken as the usual path had a felled tree. Seemingly by a bolt of lightning if the burn mark was any indication. Themself and a few others part of the second line in front of the wagon. There were... Around sixteen or twenty guards. Maybe soldiers? There was a feeling of pride felt. Likely due to being one of the people to protect whatever was within. But... There would be some complications. Arrows flying from both sides of the woods, an impact against their right arm, and pain... But, them and around... Maybe seven or nine others weren't down yet. Sword drawn with their left arm, shield having to not be wielded since the right was too injured. Many people coming from the woods with dark clothing wielding daggers and a few swords. A clash between the two groups. One to protect the wagon. Other to likely take what's within... The battle was fierce, only three soldiers left. But... They were not included. Injuries being too severe as with one last look to the wagon, there would be a slight smile for a moment before falling toward the ground, and darkness.... That sense of pride still felt even in the end. Their job having kept them safe successful. And hope the rest of their journey would continue to be safe...
Those, would be the memories that stood out to Sir Tart the most. Them and other feelings that may have been from further in those individuals past or future. Those four perhaps even making up most of how he is now in ways of acting or fighting. Though there were, so many others as well... If so much quieter than those four. So many voices, so many different wants in how things are wished to be done. But.. Again, they are pushed to the side. After all, they have a duty to fulfill. Rising from their inert state. Eyes within the helmet glowing green for a moment before only blackness is within once more. Journey back... Home continued. The castle will be within sight the next day at the pace being gone. And they wonder... How have things been during the time away? It can only be hoped, that there has been more good than bad happenings...