Post by Neylo Zig on Jun 8, 2011 15:09:15 GMT -6
Part One: The Climb
Neylo stood at the bottom of Korin Tower in the small clearing in the woodlands that surrounded the monolith of a structure. The tower easily ascended beyond the clouds and out of site. Wow...this tower is huge. I can see why the locals say tha's climbin' i' is so difficult. I' looks like i' goes on for miles. No turnin' back, though. I gotta ge' some o' tha' water they talked abou'.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. It was going to be a long climb. Still, no journey started without the first step. With that in mind he leaped upward and latched onto the tower with both arms and both legs. He knew the trek would be long and tedious. If he stopped at any point his muscles could cramp up and he'd be in real trouble. He knew the risks, but he would not be denied this training opportunity.
In a hand, hand, foot, foot method of climbing he set an impressive pace up the massive construct. He kept a rhythm in his movements, too, almost like he was moving to the sound of a metronome. He'd never attempted such a daunting climb before, but given his exceptional strength already he had no doubt he would make it without too much trouble.
He still couldn't see the top at this point, but he had made it to the halfway point. His pace had slowed to half of its original speed, too. The climb was much longer than he thought, and he thought it was going to be pretty long to begin with. Sweat slid down his brow and dripped from his nose. He had reached a height where he could no longer see the ground now.
He couldn't afford to stop to wipe his forehead or catch his breath. He had to press on. He kept his rhythmic motions going. And just then he saw it. The bottom of the bowl shaped structure that rested atop the tower. His pace quickened again. He was finally there. With a triumphant smile he rushed up the remainder of the monolithic tower and leaped into the base of the bowl from below. He wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief at last.
Part Two: Catch Korin?!
"I seem to be getting a lot of new visitors these days," The old cat scratched his chin with one hand, his other rested on his walking stick. "Hello," Neylo bowed to the feline, "You mus' be Master Korin. My name is Neylo Zig." He stood upright from bowing and relaxed his stance again.
"I know why you're here. Come with me," the old white cat sad, motioning for Neylo to follow him as he ascended the stairs to the upper platform. "I didn' expect a feline to be the wise old master Korin. No offense, o' course," the red alien stated as he did as Korin told him. "Ah, it's alright, kid. Most people don't expect it. Hehe..."
The two reach the upper platform and walk towards the center. On an ornate pedestal sits a fine ceramic jug. "Tha's the sacred water?" Neylo looked a little surprised that it was just sitting out in the open. "That's the stuff, kid. Go ahead and take a drink." Neylo nodded and stepped up to grab the jug.
Korin leaped over the pedestal and snatched the jug in one arm. With a wily grin on his face he said, "What's the matter, kid? I said you could take a drink. Why'd you hesitate?" Neylo looked quite frustrated. "Don' play games with me, mate! Are you gonna give me the sacred water or no'?" He waited for a reply.
"Did you think it would be that easy?" He balanced the jug on one hand, still resting the other on his walking stick. Neylo's expression shifted to a very serious one and he rushed at Korin, attempting to take the jug from his hand. Korin chuckled and tossed the jug over Neylo's head and running between his legs to the other side to catch it.
Neylo tried a second time to grab the jar from Korin's hands. This time his hands were smacked away by the cat's walking stick. Repeatedly the head of the cane cracked the back of his hands and Korin made only slight sidesteps to evade. "Grrr....Tha's enough!" Neylo shouted as he dove under the next swipe of Korin's cane and grabbed the cat himself under the armpits. "If I can' grab the jar, I'll grab the nex' bes' thing."
"Hahahaha...." Korin laughed heartily. "Okay, Neylo, you got me," He extends the sacred water jar to Neylo. "You were pretty quick to figure out my game. No more tricks. You look parched. Have a drink for your hard work."
Part Three: Drinking the Sacred Water
Neylo smiled triumphantly again. He'd finally get to drink the water after almost a day of climbing and having to put up with the tricks of a wily old cat. "Abou' time. I could definitely use a drink." He takes the jug that Korin offered and pulled the top off. He promptly tipped it up and took two or three big gulps. "Uh..whoa, kid. Don't drink to much..." Korin looked a little worried.
Neylo immediately realized why Korin had said what he did. His face turned pale and he felt extreme nausea. He wrapped both arms around his stomach, dropping the jug. It would have shattered had Korin not rushed to catch it. "Pois..oned? Why?" He gritted his teeth and stood as straight as he could. "It's just for training, Neylo. I promise. It's meant to be a challenge. I asked the people in the villages below to spread the rumor."
"Cl-clever...Gah...this sucks..." Neylo's stomach gargled and toiled. "Relax, kid. If you fight through it, your training will be complete." Neylo nodded and took his arms off his stomach. He took the horse stance despite the discomfort. He focused his mind and began doing simple punch, punch, kick repetitions. He switched which side he used after each combo. After about thirty minutes of light training he was feeling better again.
Neylo stood at the bottom of Korin Tower in the small clearing in the woodlands that surrounded the monolith of a structure. The tower easily ascended beyond the clouds and out of site. Wow...this tower is huge. I can see why the locals say tha's climbin' i' is so difficult. I' looks like i' goes on for miles. No turnin' back, though. I gotta ge' some o' tha' water they talked abou'.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. It was going to be a long climb. Still, no journey started without the first step. With that in mind he leaped upward and latched onto the tower with both arms and both legs. He knew the trek would be long and tedious. If he stopped at any point his muscles could cramp up and he'd be in real trouble. He knew the risks, but he would not be denied this training opportunity.
In a hand, hand, foot, foot method of climbing he set an impressive pace up the massive construct. He kept a rhythm in his movements, too, almost like he was moving to the sound of a metronome. He'd never attempted such a daunting climb before, but given his exceptional strength already he had no doubt he would make it without too much trouble.
He still couldn't see the top at this point, but he had made it to the halfway point. His pace had slowed to half of its original speed, too. The climb was much longer than he thought, and he thought it was going to be pretty long to begin with. Sweat slid down his brow and dripped from his nose. He had reached a height where he could no longer see the ground now.
He couldn't afford to stop to wipe his forehead or catch his breath. He had to press on. He kept his rhythmic motions going. And just then he saw it. The bottom of the bowl shaped structure that rested atop the tower. His pace quickened again. He was finally there. With a triumphant smile he rushed up the remainder of the monolithic tower and leaped into the base of the bowl from below. He wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief at last.
Part Two: Catch Korin?!
"I seem to be getting a lot of new visitors these days," The old cat scratched his chin with one hand, his other rested on his walking stick. "Hello," Neylo bowed to the feline, "You mus' be Master Korin. My name is Neylo Zig." He stood upright from bowing and relaxed his stance again.
"I know why you're here. Come with me," the old white cat sad, motioning for Neylo to follow him as he ascended the stairs to the upper platform. "I didn' expect a feline to be the wise old master Korin. No offense, o' course," the red alien stated as he did as Korin told him. "Ah, it's alright, kid. Most people don't expect it. Hehe..."
The two reach the upper platform and walk towards the center. On an ornate pedestal sits a fine ceramic jug. "Tha's the sacred water?" Neylo looked a little surprised that it was just sitting out in the open. "That's the stuff, kid. Go ahead and take a drink." Neylo nodded and stepped up to grab the jug.
Korin leaped over the pedestal and snatched the jug in one arm. With a wily grin on his face he said, "What's the matter, kid? I said you could take a drink. Why'd you hesitate?" Neylo looked quite frustrated. "Don' play games with me, mate! Are you gonna give me the sacred water or no'?" He waited for a reply.
"Did you think it would be that easy?" He balanced the jug on one hand, still resting the other on his walking stick. Neylo's expression shifted to a very serious one and he rushed at Korin, attempting to take the jug from his hand. Korin chuckled and tossed the jug over Neylo's head and running between his legs to the other side to catch it.
Neylo tried a second time to grab the jar from Korin's hands. This time his hands were smacked away by the cat's walking stick. Repeatedly the head of the cane cracked the back of his hands and Korin made only slight sidesteps to evade. "Grrr....Tha's enough!" Neylo shouted as he dove under the next swipe of Korin's cane and grabbed the cat himself under the armpits. "If I can' grab the jar, I'll grab the nex' bes' thing."
"Hahahaha...." Korin laughed heartily. "Okay, Neylo, you got me," He extends the sacred water jar to Neylo. "You were pretty quick to figure out my game. No more tricks. You look parched. Have a drink for your hard work."
Part Three: Drinking the Sacred Water
Neylo smiled triumphantly again. He'd finally get to drink the water after almost a day of climbing and having to put up with the tricks of a wily old cat. "Abou' time. I could definitely use a drink." He takes the jug that Korin offered and pulled the top off. He promptly tipped it up and took two or three big gulps. "Uh..whoa, kid. Don't drink to much..." Korin looked a little worried.
Neylo immediately realized why Korin had said what he did. His face turned pale and he felt extreme nausea. He wrapped both arms around his stomach, dropping the jug. It would have shattered had Korin not rushed to catch it. "Pois..oned? Why?" He gritted his teeth and stood as straight as he could. "It's just for training, Neylo. I promise. It's meant to be a challenge. I asked the people in the villages below to spread the rumor."
"Cl-clever...Gah...this sucks..." Neylo's stomach gargled and toiled. "Relax, kid. If you fight through it, your training will be complete." Neylo nodded and took his arms off his stomach. He took the horse stance despite the discomfort. He focused his mind and began doing simple punch, punch, kick repetitions. He switched which side he used after each combo. After about thirty minutes of light training he was feeling better again.