Patchouli Knowledge: The Haven Lore

[Patchouli_Knowledge]

The dewdrops slide off of grass blades and soaked into the earth and nourish the life on the earth. The cycle renews as another droplet falls, and another. A soft flow of water descending from the sky revitalizing the land which takes and then gives. The tree wavers under the gentle weight of wind and water, greedy for the trickling life, red delicacy hanging from its arms, to give while my hand reaches over to take, to consume and to give life to me. Many things I have consume so far but it comes down to the simplest enjoyment, even if it doesn't improve the hearth spirit, just the simple joyness of the simple treat to warm my soul. I hold close to the umbrella that shields me from the torrent. As beautiful as the rain is, my health disallows me to be exposed to it as the coldness would weight heavily upon my physical being. Even then I carry my life firmly, not allowing it to impede me in any way, in any activities. Another bite, another trickle of sweetness to my tongue, another moment of enjoyment.

I heard one, one that calls my name, to return. With one hand securing the umbrella, the other still holding nature's gift I start back towards the large structure that I call my home, my sanctuary. Behind the barriers of red, of molded earth, strong as the mountain, is where I live my life. The voice from the mentor who has given me the gift of knowledge as well as the teaching of the life within and beyond and whom has shaped my being to who I am. This is the story of my life, the life of Patchouli Knowledge.

[NaoWhut]

I knew i'd like you.

[novaalpha]

tl;dr
cool avatar op

[burgingham]

Thanks for clearing it up a little

[DatOneGuy]

So many toohoos.

[brohammed]

Req new hat; frilly mob cap. Increases MM base +5.

[Patchouli_Knowledge]

(note: some of the elements in this story is not within the actual game)

The sky opens, the beam of light shines down, the warmth of the day begins. Today was the day to rehearse. The others were already up and there was the sharp sound of steel clashing with steel. The source of the sound was from two comrades facing off each other in a test of skills and so far Radin was having trouble keeping up with Netoji's constantly feints and straight attack, mixing different forms in unpredictable patterns. A quick search around me finds a chair for me to sit comfortably and watch as they continue their bout.

A glancing blow was struck upon Radin who spun use the circular motion to mitigate the impact, deflecting off his armor before his sword whips out with swift and deadly counter attack from Netoji's motion. Radin tries to wisely step in forward to attempt to get past minimum range of the sword swing but Netoji's attack was entirely too swift and Radin's charge wasn't fast enough and he caught a gauntlet to his face and tumbles back. Netoji's presses the advantage and delivers several stings of the tip of the blade in which Radin was barely able to parry each one and end up falling into a pattern rhythm whom Netoji quick halted his attack off rhythm and deliver a palm strike to Radin's and quickly moves his blade near Radin's neck and stopped. The match was over.

I search the area near me to find the balm before stepping towards Radin as they both finished bowing to each other after the spar. Having done this many times, it didn't take long for me to unstrap and bucket the armor that was bound to Radin's form. Fortunately Radin wasn't cut anywhere but various bruises was about his arms and face and I am sure there are some more under the linen shirt. I scoop and bit of the balm within my fingertips and start applying them upon the bruises, being gentle but firm. Radin grimanced a bit but took it well while Netoji approaches us and smiles.

"Not bad, not bad. You did well to defend against my attack but you were still being a bit too defensive. A long slice at the right time would have cause me to back off."

Radin moved the sword to lean upon the table while the icy heat sensation of the balm sink past the skin and within the battered flesh. "I could not find an opening within your defense to strike. Each time i see one, it disappears. Each time I strike at another, you are too fast to defend it."

"Then create an opening. Only those that are not so skill will have a lingering weakness..."

I continue to listen to the debate as well as the lessons that Netoji is continually teaching Radin and memorize it myself, as if it was a lesson to me as well. It was something I have done since living here now. and the only thing I lack was the experience. I study many things within my book, including cooking, architecture designs as well as physical combat and logistic. If only I was well enough to experience all of this. I simply sigh wishfully while studying the words spoke and exchanged...

[warpigs]

As my son would say... more plz.

[Patchouli_Knowledge]

"Patchouli, wake up. We have a problem." The urgency within Netoji roused me from my stupor of slumber as I shake my head to. The next sound I heard was a loud banging from a distance, the sound of a large wooden object colliding into other...the wall! Ignoring the tightening of my lungs the best I could, I rush out of the dream house and outside where the resonating dissonance was more vivid. The shuttering of the wall followed. We were under attack!

Radin had reached the wall before me and was preparing the ballista while Chakrov was loading the bolt. I went to another direction, within the same tower. A row of longbow awaited within along with arrow slits allowing us to fire at any assailants. Grabbing one of the longbow along with a couple of quiver, I lined up against the slitted window and observed outside. Fortunately for me, there were no signs of archers from their forces so I can fire upon them without fear of retaliation. As I lined up my shot and drew my bow back, I heard of loud whoosh as a ballista bolt sped towards the enemies. It did not hit any of the personnel but it did strike the ram cause it to almost tilt over from the impact. Taking advantage of the enemies' surprise, I let loose my arrow as well. My aim was true as it found contact between the eyes of one of the raids, slaying him instantly. As I drew another arrow from the quiver, I saw the enemies start to scatter. Another arrow was fired from another tower and landed right on the back of another raider whom collapsed onto the ground, twitching for several seconds before crimson liquid feeds the grass. Another arrow from my bow grazed the ankle of a third raider whom tumbles onto the ground and does his best to try to crawl out of danger before his pain was mercifully ended by an arrow right through the skull.

As I drew my next arrow from the quiver, I felt my lungs tighten in pain. Not now! My hands grasp my chest as I struggle to draw much needed breath. Reaching down to my waist, I untied a satchel and lifted it to my face as I inhaled the herbs within. It felt like eternity before the contraction loosen and I was able to freely breath again and I let a long breath in relief. Large amount of strain in the morning did not treat my health well.

"Lad, those blighters d'not know first thing about sieg'n." The carefree tone as well as the accent tells me it was Elegor whom was coming from the wall passage from the other tower. His smirk was a telltale sign that he enjoyed the killing. The expression, however, faded when he saw my hand clutched to my chest. "Tis getting bad isn't it? Be telling Netty (Netoji) to not strain ya self too much. Wouldn't do ya much good if ya be wheez'n each time s'one give ya mean looks."

I shook my head in response. "It's OK. I don't think I will collapse anytime soon...I know my limits and Netoji won't let me go over if it can be helped." I offered the veteran sniper a brief smile.

"If ya say so, 'member. Best to rest each time, ya go jump'n up towers and shoot'n raidas." He waves before going downstairs. I simply shook my head against as I watch him disappear. But what if it is urgent enough that my marksman will make a difference in battle? Despite my handicap, I was the best archer of the settlement, even surpassing Elegor despite having spend less time training on it. Can they still count on me in the times of need with this ailment? These doubts continue to gnaw at me as I replace the longbow back on the rack.

[painhertz]

Must be just me, but everything about Op, from the fruity avatar to the name and the writing makes me want to punch him in the face. If female, ....... Ok, maybe not a face punch but a strong scolding.

(Bearing in mind that I'm a jaded, crusty 38 year old man..... ) (Who's drunk.)