Chapter 3: Farm Life
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AN: So, wasn’t too sure about what I wrote last chapter, what do you guys think and if you didn’t like it, what should I change?
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Waking up, I felt myself itchy all over. I sat up, lying on a bed of hay. Where had this come from? Looking up I could see that I was in a shoddy, shack like structure and my burn wounds had been wrapped with dirty looking bandages.
“Hello?!”, I called, Jared what happened?
“It seems sir that you have been rescued, I am sorry sir, but our.. displacement seems to have lowered the control I have over my systems, I am not sure what has happened, it will take time for me to continue aiding you at with peak efficiency”. That is fine, I will say If need assistance.
Listening, I could hear the sound of animals moving and braying in the distance so I suppose I can assume that I’m on a farm? Where am I?
Sitting up painfully, wincing as I did; I noticed I had new clothes on, made of a rough and harsh material, roughly stitched, didn’t seem like my rescuers would be living like royalty. Obviously hearing my crashing about, a large, bear like man came in, “Owh aer ouy yob”, speaking in a harsh, foreign sounding language. I realised that I was screwed if I wasn’t able to understand it, stuck relying on others to take care of me, I would have to learn.
“Sorry, but, I don’t speak your language”, I spoke, trying to use hand gestures to convey my meaning, he seemed to understand.
“Bronf”, he said, slapping his chest, I guess that was his name, suited him, short and simple.
“Ajax”, as I said that, a women came in, diminutive in size and seeming even smaller next to the massive bear like Bronf, she looked timid. I realised why they hadn’t cared that I obviously wasn’t human, because they weren’t human either. It was less noticeable on Bronf, his ears were shaped strangely and his hands really were reminiscent of a bear’s paws, but she had a long, bushy tail, which was a dull orange colour that had streaks of grey streaking through it. The tail constantly moving, I guess that would explain why they don’t care about my, unusual features. I mean, at character creation I mainly kept my character looking the same as I do in real life, relatively tall at 5 ft. 11”, but with a much lither body than I had in real life to suit the average male of my species, I had also tweaked my features enough so it was fairly obvious that I wasn’t human, my eyes had a reptilian look to them, slitted, with a double eyelid, my ears were pointed, and my skin had faint cracks that would show when I was angry that would pulse with a glowing red light.
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She moved round my body, changing my bandages, looking at them now, I felt foolish for trying to clean my wounds, they were an angry red colour and the skin on and around where I had put the sword had was puckered. Wait, my sword?!, grabbing her arm, she looked shocked that I had touched her, “Sword”, I tried to pantomime what I wanted, but she shook her head. I slumped I defeat, it wasn’t like I’d be able to get it anyway, I could barely move. These people had me at their mercy, my Psi was barely strong enough to move small, I wouldn’t be able to do anything with that. At least my bag wouldn’t open, it only opens to the person it is bound to. It uses a system that recognises your unique Psi wavelength, much safer than similar technology’s, such as fingerprint scans, which can be faked. The woman comes closer, holding a rag in her hand, which she uses to cover my mouth and nose, I stare accusingly at her and she smiles back as I drift into a deep sleep.
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After I wake, I find I can once again move around, albeit slowly and without aggravating any of my wounds, sliding off the bed I decide to take a look round the place that has taken me in. Looking outside, I don’t see the rural village I might have expected, it was dirty and smelled, and it seemed out of the way, from the lack of buildings around. I see Bronf working in a field, pulling up what look to be purple weeds, in a field of green. He waves and beckons me. Takes a while to walk across, but I manage and he gestures to what he is doing. Guess it’s time to earn my keep. He pulls up one of the green plants and says, “Flord”, I take it to be the name I the plant he is holding. Sighing I copy him, from the sounds of it the language he speaks isn’t rooted in Latin, so if I want to converse, there’s a long road ahead.
StatusNameAjaxRaceFeyTitlesFeeling the BernLevel31Experience51/100Strength40Intelligence27