Post by Logan Tom on Nov 25, 2007 23:10:23 GMT -5
"How did I get here? What am I going to do now?" Logan asked himself. The truth was he knew how he'd gotten here. He had failed to pay attention to the directions given him by John and once again found himself on a deserted stretch of highway uninhabitable by anyone or anything with friendly intent. He pulled his bow off his back and nocked an arrow. His skill was less than adequate but he knew he had heard something in the thick bush to his right and hoped his shaky hand would at least get a shot off at his would-be attacker. He saw a shadow move closer through the thick growth and he let fly with the arrow just as his "hunter" burst forth from the tangle. "GOOD GOD MAN", screamed John Ross as Logan's arrow passed through his robe and embedded in the tree behind him. "I..ii...I'm sorry" sputtered Logan. John with a slightly angry look on his now grinning face exclaimed, "it's a good thing you're such a bad shot. I've been tracking you for a day and a half... you're 50 miles from where you're supposed to be...where's the map I gave you" "Ah... I'm not sure... i seem to have misplaced it." "Like always... come on." As Logan followed John in the opposite direction he thought back on their childhood. Raised in the same small village near the town of Yew they had both been named for great Knights men who had mastered the virtues to the point they had been labeled "Knights of the Word". John and He's parents had been the closest of friends and he had looked up to the older boy throughout his childhood. Although never as adept at John in anything undertaking he always found a safe haven in the friendship and companionship that John offered. When John's mother died he left home to join a mercenary band known as the black tower. Logan followed close behind despite his parents' protest. He had managed to learn some survival skills from the man he looked to like a brother. He had learned the beginnings of the paths of chivalry and of seeking the virtue of valor and hoped to one day be a master archer, but for now he knew he must find a home. A safe place to lay his head. He knew John's travels were far too dangerous for someone of his meager skills. All he wanted was to find that place to belong, that place where he could grow his skill and hopefully one day join his "brother" on the field of battle... a place not unlike the great town of moonglow...