Winston studied the trader with an odd interest. He seemed like a nice guy. Maybe they could be friends. Winston began to open his mouth, but then stopped because he was unsure of what the others were thinking, so he kept it shut.
Winston once again found himself trudging along for hours. It was becoming a habit, one he did not want to continue. His legs were always tiring out after about 5 minutes and the boredom that was ensued along the trip only made the walking worse. Winston tried to be upbeat about it, but he really couldn't see benefits from all this walking, besides arriving at their destination, but thinking about getting there seemed to make the time pass even more slowly, and the pain in his legs more prominent.
He began to pull his sword out of his sheath to begin an attack, but Sir Karl's hand motioned for him to stop. Winston replaced his sword with relunctance, then began to march back with a menacing look on his face, which made him look like he was ready to snap someone's neck.
Winston was astonished to notice that the lizard was actually dead and he was alive, not the other way around. He got up as he heard "Spill zeir blood! It will destory ze statues!". Winston had lizard blood all over him and he decided to attempt a daring technique. He ran forward, sword raised and blocked a passing lizards swipe, rolled between a skirmish and came up quite near to a statue. Then he ran right into the statue, before it could hit him and pasted himself and the lizard blood against it.
Winston was admiring the artwork around the walls when he realized there were some lizard like creatures around, as well as various statues. One of the lizards charged Winston, his sword drawn, Winston was prepared and ducked the first swipe, then rolled backwards awkwardly, but still successfully. He managed to draw his sword clumsily before the next attack by the creature, but dropped it. He bent over to pick it up just as the the lizard was about to decapitate him and then jumped up as the lizard swiped where his head was once again, but it got Winston in the leg. Winston fell to the floor once again and slashed like mad, hoping that he would take down the lizard before it took him.
"Marvelous work!" Baeithra said to Winston. "You've obviously exceeded your lowborn heritage and surged to the vanguard of warriorhood!"
"Wow," Winston thought to himself "I actually got a compliment...I think". Winston then marched around happily, looking around for more wolves to kill. Unfortunately, they were all dead, so Winston was slightly dismayed.
After receiving the swipe to the hind, the wolf was not impressed by Winston, so he turned and tried rushing Winston again. So Winston tried the same tactic, but the wolf was expecting it, so he managed to turn and jump on Winston. Luckily, Winston's sword managed to get in the way of the wolf and Winston. The wolf was dead moments later.
Winston thought to himself, "a test of speed? hmm, I don't really like tests, maybe I should just kill them". Winston gripped his sword tighter as one of the wolves lunged with great speed at him, Winston rolled out of the way to avoid getting mauled, then as the wolf was barreling past Winston swiped and managed to hit it in the butt with the blunt of his sword.
Winston looked into the room with slight unrest. There were three large wolves of sort. Winston really liked wolves, they were one of his favourite animals. Of course, meeting a wolf in person is not the same as hearing about one. Hearing about one involves lots of outbreaks of "wicked" and "cool". Meeting one in person involves fighting for your life or getting eaten. Winston realized this and decided the former, even though he did not want to kill some wolves, he chose his own life over the wolves. He considered this a wise choice. Winston then stepped into the room, with his sword drawn.
"So there are more enemies?" Winston thought to himself. He decided that he should prepare himself in body and mind to combat these horros. He lay down on the ground and began to meditate, after about 30 seconds, got back up and decided that he was rested enough.
Winston, currently stuck in quicksand, was very desperate to not be sucked in the rest of the way by the quicksand. He began thrashing with all parts of his body to attempt to get out. Heinrich's was holding on to his foot for the moment, but he could slip at any time. Winston managed to flail about and connect with something, it was his sword. He grabbed onto it, pulled it out, stabbed it into the top sand above and pulled himself up a bit.
After just getting out of a cell, Winston was filled with energy. He was ready for another adventure. He was also very curious as to what the "treasure" was and why these people needed it. Winston decided it better be good.
He latched on his sword, tied his boots and marched off.
"It's the other way Winston"
"Oh, I knew that"
Winston then turned around and marched the other way, a little disheartened.
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He went and sat down at the table the rest of his party was at and began to drink.
Winston sighed and continued to walk.
Winston jabs the air in front of him, but overswings and falls down.
"I knew I needed practice".
He began to pull his sword out of his sheath to begin an attack, but Sir Karl's hand motioned for him to stop. Winston replaced his sword with relunctance, then began to march back with a menacing look on his face, which made him look like he was ready to snap someone's neck.
He slowly walked forward, but tripped on a small stone and scraped his wrist on a nearby rock.
"Don't worry, I'm fine" he said as attempted to get up then slipped on a a wet patch of stone and fell back to the floor.
"Wow," Winston thought to himself "I actually got a compliment...I think". Winston then marched around happily, looking around for more wolves to kill. Unfortunately, they were all dead, so Winston was slightly dismayed.
He latched on his sword, tied his boots and marched off.
"It's the other way Winston"
"Oh, I knew that"
Winston then turned around and marched the other way, a little disheartened.