Added by Humboldt 1 year ago
Another outdoor day. I think I fell asleep on a Stinga once again after a few Lakeland beers too much. Pah, how the green stuff stinks! Fortunately there is a lake in the winds of the muses. Yes, now you're wondering how you can sink so low, what? Oh what I'll tell you. It can never get any worse. I came from the old lands, like everyone who wanted to find great happiness on Atys. Everyone enthused about it. But of course there was no mention that you had to do something for it. This strange blue guy in green clothes is talking to me. By the way, the Zorai have no taste for clothes. It looked that way, you. You don't believe that. Like an oversized blue tryker with fur. I just thought: "Great! That starts already well here...". Then he sent me to a Zorai who, you won't believe it, takes a nap! At work! What a clean band here. One has no style, the other is sleeping. Well then, the saying is true: "If there is a Zorai, the work lies fallow". Even meditating standing up, I was told. Well then. So I'm supposed to learn a profession. And then all the eggs started. Do this, do that! Homin to Jena, I need a pickaxe and a place to dig. Good that there was also a female tryker. Brain from heaven, she has character and that not only in her head, if you understand. I actually did everything twice as fast as she expected. All these frowzy tasks at the beginning were super easy. Then I should dig materials at the javings. She's not really ticking, the old lady! I did not fall on my head and look for another place... Javings *Yber show*. Collect the plunder and off to Milles. It was thought that I had been digging at the Javings. But well, sometimes silence is worth its weight in gold. The next tasks were easy, but I tell you, I still feel the calf cramp from running today! Exploring the old throne room of the Matis was easier than I thought, everywhere these stupid gingos lingered. I tell you a plague! The Cholorgoos bandit I then still ruined their sniffing goo. I would have liked to have seen the visages. Well, actually I wanted to tell you how I got drunk and dozed off on a stinga outside, and how it came to that... well, you already know that I am a real babbler. When you come back tomorrow, I'll tell you the whole story. Word of honour ;-) *Finger cross*
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Added by Humboldt 1 year ago
Do you know that? You dig materials and a clunky Fyros comes by. A sword in his hand and a broad grin. Most Fyros (and yes there are exceptions) are simply too stupid to swing a hoe. They prefer to cut everything short and small and build walls in nowhere. Great, I built a wall. I don't know anything about the art of engineering, but I can build walls *touch my head*. What do you think he wanted from me? Right! A lesson so he won't gawk at me from the side. Has he never seen a tryker with a pickaxe digging or what? I dig the hoe deeper into the source so that the gas escapes. By the way, the gas makes you a little jittery. But you must not inhale too much of it, otherwise it can end badly. The same with the Goo. But that has rather an intoxicating effect. The gas from the source increases your reaction time considerably. No joke! Well, as far as the Fyros is concerned, I gave it a lesson with a source explosion and the gas afterwards. Never stand gawping next to a digging tryker! Oh, what was that like? Exactly. Why did I wake up drunk with the Stinga cuddling. Well, that was so. I accepted a job there. He should really bring in Dapper. But well, I have to tell you how I escaped from the snoring village called Silan. "Escape" is really not an understatement. They all wanted to give me tasks because they were simply too lazy to do anything themselves. Everything on the newcomers! I'm not a workhorse that can be trained. Well, in the end I convinced everyone that I was finished, or I was finished with them. I should listen to the babble of the individual teachers, then Chiang assured me that I would be allowed to leave Silan. Thank you Jena! With the wipe of Chaing I went then to the officer of the Karavan and was promptly transported to Fairhaven. And there began the decline of my desolate existence. Don't you think? I'll tell you next time! Don't look sad... Why I was allowed to sniff Stinga moss you will learn soon enough!
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With 1000 Dapper in my pocket I'm standing there now and can't afford anything at all. I was immediately looking for a barman and found one. I ordered a pack of 10 Lakeland beers to drink away my frustration. While I now roar at the bar, a sniffy female matis comes by. Man, she had a rack. I take a sip from the bottle to drink some courage and catch up with the female matis. I can well imagine what she would have thought about me. But now it has been so. The matis are a very proud and arrogant people. Think they are able to control Atys. One has already seen in Silan. Only ruins are left. And the others are allowed to pay for it. But they are all craftsmen, except for these ugly helmets, which must not be missing on every booze-meeting for amusement! But who wouldn't try a love affair with such a charming homina? As I said before, I was already being snootily eyed by the mere attempt to look at her with my red nose. The alcohol banner did the rest. Grinning, I stand in front of her and asked her what a wonderful view we have today. I look openly into her neckline. She probably didn't take it so well, which I was then allowed to experience handily on my face. The story with female matis, who didn't tell me her name in passing, would actually be over if there wasn't the tryker who saw her and shouted her name out loud. "Virginia! A wonderful name...", I thought when I purred on the floor with a red handprint on my face. There are no coincidences. That should also show up in the following events. I hope you can wait and see. Because that is not yet the end of the song.
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The next morning, when I was torn from my sleep by a puke attack with a hangover as white as a sheet, I instinctively ran to the water and had my stomach emptied downwards through my mouth. Those were once again those hours of remorse that I was allowed to commit with stranglehold. When I was finished, this wonderful female matis came to my mind again. "Virginia", I thought loudly. A little too loud, because the tryker from yesterday speaks to me.“Lordoy! Ba Matis poch gyf!”“Lordoy! Oy Talar. Det lor!”“ Pact dyneer, Talar?”“Y tywill detem! Y ameen detem! Elysem sulem name? ”“Y Y’akdu! Y pact sul.”Well, that's what I call a positive development! Someone will actually help me to see this graceful female matis named Virginia again. Y'kadu tells me at a sweet Stingoo how he knows her and how I can meet her. She belongs to the nobility and is of noble descent. "Well, if that's no challenge," I thought to myself. But getting to the Green Hills won't be easy, as he told me. There are supposed to be creatures I can't just dodge on the way there. What you don't do for love... Now I should also train and gain muscle mass, he just tells me by the way. Hello? I am Tryker! There is nothing with muscle mass. Yes, I have brown mass in my brain (some trykers probably less), but I am not a hollow nut, like a Fyros. Not with muscles, but with brains I reach my goal! So what is the plan? I have to be faster and more agile than the old critters on the way. "Hey, come here," the stable boy calls to me. Have I already thought out loud again? Well, it hasn't hurt so far. "So, what do you want from me lad?" I answered him when I was with him. "Top offer for you. I listened to you while you were making a loud monologue. What do you think? Cheap 5000 Dapper for a mount of your size. Dress and follow your command! I don't think twice about that. "Yes, I'll take it". "Since you are new here, the first one goes on the house. We'll see each other again very soon," he grinned deceitfully at me. I don't think anything about his greedy look and the rubbing hands. Strange way to greet someone new. But trykers are just a little "different". And while I get a card from Y'akdu and feed the mount, I think I can tell you one thing: The mount will be to blame for my emotional depth, even if it can't help it. Only patience! You'll find out why I can now make myself comfortable outdoors on a dead stinga. Tomorrow! Promise! * Eyes roll*
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