Karigan G'ladheon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
justarider) wrote2014-08-25 09:32 am
justarider) wrote2014-08-25 09:32 am
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Memory 006: GR - Three Wooden Arms (TrivNeg)
Game Received: Hades' dog raising game, Day 381, late morning
Team Played With: n/a (worked as a salesman)
Memory Form: golden rings, wear to view memory. After 3 views they disappear
Three wooden arms branched from a cedar signpost planted in a grassy
island in the middle of the intersection. From the south arm hung a shingle
indicating the River Road. More shingles, carved with the names of towns
along the way, hung beneath it. If Karigan were going home, she would
take this road.
The middle arm pointed to the well-maintained Kingway which bore
east, the most direct route to Sacor City and King Zachary. Her father had
said the Kingway would one day be paved all the way from Sacor City to
Selium, increasing commerce and prosperity for all the villages situated
along it.
The third arm pointed toward an ill-kept, overgrown track. The one
shingle hanging from it bore one ominous word: North.
Who are you? she wanted to ask. Why do
you disturb my rest? But her mouth would not work, and she couldn't
shrug off her slumber.
A nudge on the toe of her boot woke her up. The horse gazed down at
her and whickered. It was dusk.
"Are you telling me it's time to go?"
The horse waited for her on the road.
"All right. I'm coming, I'm coming."
They trotted along the road again, the flutelike song of thrushes echoing
in the twilight. The horse compelled Karigan to ride through the night. It
was an uncomfortable ride although his gait lacked its former toothrattling
agony.
As she rode, the woods and the abandoned road began to take on a new,
ominous character. Tree limbs clinked together like old bones, and clouds
blanketed the moon and stars. Her breath fogged the air, and she was glad
of the warmth the greatcoat provided.
A number of times she glanced over her shoulder thinking someone was
following behind. When she saw no one, she pulled her coat tighter about
her and tried singing some simple songs, but they died in her throat.
"Can't keep a tune anyway," she muttered. She urged the horse into a
canter, but still the unseen eyes seemed to bore into her back.
Team Played With: n/a (worked as a salesman)
Memory Form: golden rings, wear to view memory. After 3 views they disappear
Three wooden arms branched from a cedar signpost planted in a grassy
island in the middle of the intersection. From the south arm hung a shingle
indicating the River Road. More shingles, carved with the names of towns
along the way, hung beneath it. If Karigan were going home, she would
take this road.
The middle arm pointed to the well-maintained Kingway which bore
east, the most direct route to Sacor City and King Zachary. Her father had
said the Kingway would one day be paved all the way from Sacor City to
Selium, increasing commerce and prosperity for all the villages situated
along it.
The third arm pointed toward an ill-kept, overgrown track. The one
shingle hanging from it bore one ominous word: North.
Who are you? she wanted to ask. Why do
you disturb my rest? But her mouth would not work, and she couldn't
shrug off her slumber.
A nudge on the toe of her boot woke her up. The horse gazed down at
her and whickered. It was dusk.
"Are you telling me it's time to go?"
The horse waited for her on the road.
"All right. I'm coming, I'm coming."
They trotted along the road again, the flutelike song of thrushes echoing
in the twilight. The horse compelled Karigan to ride through the night. It
was an uncomfortable ride although his gait lacked its former toothrattling
agony.
As she rode, the woods and the abandoned road began to take on a new,
ominous character. Tree limbs clinked together like old bones, and clouds
blanketed the moon and stars. Her breath fogged the air, and she was glad
of the warmth the greatcoat provided.
A number of times she glanced over her shoulder thinking someone was
following behind. When she saw no one, she pulled her coat tighter about
her and tried singing some simple songs, but they died in her throat.
"Can't keep a tune anyway," she muttered. She urged the horse into a
canter, but still the unseen eyes seemed to bore into her back.