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Erik gasped for breath as the chill of the water shocked him from his sleep. Shooting up he saw Tellah smiling with a bucket in hand.... where did he get a bucket out here? "Good morning Boy, seems you are all wet. May I suggest you dry by the..... oh dear the fire is out too it seems. Best gather some wood." Erik, sopping wet, grumbled as he wandered off to look for the wood. When he returned some time later, the petrified sticks cutting into him, he was again shocked to see camp had been packed.
All that was left was a raging fire and a tree stump that was when he left, a full grown tree. Tellah sat polishing the old sword he had brought with him, "Oh you are back, hurry and dry yourself. We have much to do today and I don't have time for you to play around." Erik's face turned red from frustration. He tossed violently the sticks into the fire as Tellah stood and ushered him to sit close to the fire.
As the fire warmed him he watched the old elf return to polishing the blade of his sword. He had always like the sword. Tellah would swing and swish it as he told stories to Erik when he was younger. Later on Tellah would let him hold it sometimes. "Tellah, you never told me where you got that sword." Tellah smiled, not taking his eye from the blade, "I once on my travels saved an entire village from a mighty flood. The daughter of the mayor was so happy she rewarded me the way only a young girl can.... then the mayor used the sword to try and kill me for deflowering his daughter. We settled that I would leave, but keep the sword." Erik's face once again turned red, but from the idea of a young girl thanking someone.
Tellah laughed, and Erik shook it off and asked again, "Seriously Tellah..." The old man sighed as he set the blade on Erik's lap. The Boy took ahold of it and raised it. Tellah spoke, somber and serious for once, "I'll tell you the real story when you are ready to hear it." he paused as he watched Erik swing the blade with the ease of a natural. "What do you notice about it Boy?" Erik watched as the blade swung and cut the air, "It is lighter then Father's sword." Tellah stepped closer, "Yes and no, where as your father swings a greatsword, that blade is paired with a shield. Both use two hands in that sense, but where as both hands work together with a greatsword, you must keep both hands with a sword and shield independent." Tellah drew a shield, as old looking as the sword, from the camping pack. Handing it to him he continued the lesson, "Do you see what I mean?" Erik nodded as he examined the heavy shield, having trouble holding both.
Tellah walked to the edge of the encampment, set on a hill one could see far. In this case to a large farm, easily twenty malms away. "I have a task for you Boy." Erik walked over and leaned to see out where Tellah pointed, "I want you to walk to that farm house." Erik strained at the thought of the distance. He shook his head and turned to face the old elf, "Tellah that is to... far?" The camp pack was gone, the fire was out, and Tellah had vanished. Erik turned back and swallowed, looking at the sword and shield in his hand, he understood. "That old man will not take me home unless I do this thing, and most likely kill myself....... FINE!" he shouted in frustration as he started walking.
All that was left was a raging fire and a tree stump that was when he left, a full grown tree. Tellah sat polishing the old sword he had brought with him, "Oh you are back, hurry and dry yourself. We have much to do today and I don't have time for you to play around." Erik's face turned red from frustration. He tossed violently the sticks into the fire as Tellah stood and ushered him to sit close to the fire.
As the fire warmed him he watched the old elf return to polishing the blade of his sword. He had always like the sword. Tellah would swing and swish it as he told stories to Erik when he was younger. Later on Tellah would let him hold it sometimes. "Tellah, you never told me where you got that sword." Tellah smiled, not taking his eye from the blade, "I once on my travels saved an entire village from a mighty flood. The daughter of the mayor was so happy she rewarded me the way only a young girl can.... then the mayor used the sword to try and kill me for deflowering his daughter. We settled that I would leave, but keep the sword." Erik's face once again turned red, but from the idea of a young girl thanking someone.
Tellah laughed, and Erik shook it off and asked again, "Seriously Tellah..." The old man sighed as he set the blade on Erik's lap. The Boy took ahold of it and raised it. Tellah spoke, somber and serious for once, "I'll tell you the real story when you are ready to hear it." he paused as he watched Erik swing the blade with the ease of a natural. "What do you notice about it Boy?" Erik watched as the blade swung and cut the air, "It is lighter then Father's sword." Tellah stepped closer, "Yes and no, where as your father swings a greatsword, that blade is paired with a shield. Both use two hands in that sense, but where as both hands work together with a greatsword, you must keep both hands with a sword and shield independent." Tellah drew a shield, as old looking as the sword, from the camping pack. Handing it to him he continued the lesson, "Do you see what I mean?" Erik nodded as he examined the heavy shield, having trouble holding both.
Tellah walked to the edge of the encampment, set on a hill one could see far. In this case to a large farm, easily twenty malms away. "I have a task for you Boy." Erik walked over and leaned to see out where Tellah pointed, "I want you to walk to that farm house." Erik strained at the thought of the distance. He shook his head and turned to face the old elf, "Tellah that is to... far?" The camp pack was gone, the fire was out, and Tellah had vanished. Erik turned back and swallowed, looking at the sword and shield in his hand, he understood. "That old man will not take me home unless I do this thing, and most likely kill myself....... FINE!" he shouted in frustration as he started walking.