Zanthro's Escape (closed)

Psyre stopped for a moment. He didn't even know that staffs could go through heads. He had been under the impression that such was simply not how it worked. They are, after all blunt objects. Entirely. There is nothing on a staff that even vaguely resembles a blade or an edge. And yet, somehow, he had just broken through the bandit's head with his staff. That was cool. Once he got past the confusion and revulsion, he couldn't help but think that it was pretty cool. Nasty, weird, and terrible, but cool. He grinned to himself, feeling all too impressed by his own work.

Not that it had been entirely his work, of course. The others had actually probably done more than he had, but he still felt some satisfaction because of the bandit that he had killed. He felt even better because they had all worked together and managed to overcome a terrifying obstacle. Collaboration like that reminded him of the days in the tribe. Everyone worked together for the sake of everyone else, and as a result, everyone profited. But apparently, that system wasn't good enough for the rest of the world. Psyre knew it was. They just hadn't had a chance to experience it yet. Once they did, they'd change their minds and bring back that way of living. He knew it. So now, someone just had to bring that way of life to people around the world and show them how good life could be. Psyre silently vowed to himself that he would do so.

Psyre was startled from his contemplation by a familiar voice. One that sent shivers down his spine and hot blood rushing through his body. He could barely make out the words Cedric said over the sound of his own beating heart and rushing blood. Yes, I know where to find you, he thought. I know just where to find you, you lying scum. And one day, you're going to regret that fact. His blood practically boiling, Psyre tried to calm down. He took deep breaths and even sat, trying to purge himself of the rampant emotions. 

It took some time, but finally, Psyre's head had cleared enough that he could open his eyes without seeing red. Actually, he was fairly emotionless, everything carefully walled away somewhere in his head. At some point, he'd pull those out and consider them at length, but they weren't helpful at the moment. He looked around at the dead bandits strewn across the ground as though by a hammer slamming down on them. A hammer that had hit the bandits and not his small group. And yet, their armor and weapons seemed to be in good condition. Psyre looked down at his meager "armor" and weapon. Then, he recalled all his training with them and what they meant to him. The staff was a symbol of his role in the tribe, and the robes bore upon them fur from each of his greatest hunts. He wouldn't replace those. The quarterstaff in memory of his tribe and the robes out of respect for the Wild.

Nonetheless, they looked like they might have some useful things, so Psyre looted the bodies for everything other than arms and armor. And, when he saw a bow on one of them, he changed his mind. He still needed a bow, and this seemed like a great chance to get one. So he picked it up. He looked once more at the carnage around him and felt elation, hatred, anger, and disappointment all flow through him. At first, he was proud of how they had fared, but then he noticed that Zanthro was not among the bodies. No, Zanthro was nowhere to be seen. Psyre ran back to the shore, where he saw one boat fewer than there had been.

He turned around and began walking, though to where, he had no clue. He had to get stronger. Then, he would chase Zanthro down and kill him. Some day. Psyre held his staff and used it as a walking stick as he began what he believed would be a long sojourn. He planned to stay in the forest and perhaps cross the River. In the true Heart of the North, not some city that had warm houses and books. Though, he did need books. He had a lot of learning to do about his own people. He turned once more, setting off for the city and the wealth of knowledge that he hoped it contained.

[Exit]
((IC words = 4134 (82 attribute points)
Requesting: 
+42 Health (62)
+40 Endurance (60)

2819 words to finish learning Dualist (1315 usable words remaining)
1000 words to learn Lesser Two Weapon Fighting (315 usable words remaining)
315 words to waste.

+50 gold and one shortbow from looting bandits))

Psyre's exit Approved.

((Also rip Cedric right now.))

Avis was just twisting around to help Psyre when, well, the kid's staff went straight through the bandit's head...which was 1. not normal and 2. totally disgusting. The other bandits too had just suddenly dropped dead for no reason at all. Not that she was complaining. 

Avis walked over to nudge the dead bandit with her toe.

"Well then." 


[Exit]
(words=2347 (47 attribute points))

Requesting:
+18 to Health
+16 to strength
+ 13 to dexterity

Approved.