11-15-2015, 01:16 PM
How long had it been since Devon had come to this gate he did not know, all he did know was that he had been standing there a good amount of time deciding what to do. He really DID want to see Camelot though! He was about to take a step forward when a voice had stopped him in his tracks. It was probably another goblin or something, so far other everyone he had met had been about the same height as his knees!
Turning around he glanced down and was about to make a reply but then realized his eyes were looking down at a red skirt and not, as he had assumed, a rather short creature. Letting his eyes wander up to her face Devon stood there staring, was this a demon?! Had one of them followed him here?! The skin was almost the right colour, but it glowed so that was strange. She had horns, but no tail or any of the other distinguishing features of the demonic race of his world.
While he never fully trusted that lot this one, if a demon she was, actually seemed rather polite. It wasn't the general 'I am being polite because I have to be now do as I say!' thing that demons normally had going on, this one actually seemed to be sincere in her speech.
Wait, she had been speaking! What was it she said again?! Devon racked his brain as she went on. Right, there had been something about Camelot, going to this place called the Pale Moors, Camelot being uninteresting or something, and then a lot about undead nightmares and the like?
Devon stood there for a few seconds and then realized he was supposed to talk now, as she had asked him if he was interested in joining her. There were a few more awkward seconds between them as the words seemed to be caught in his throat, the demon woman staring at him expecting him to say something. In a minute or two though she would probably wish that he had just stayed quiet!
“OH! Right, yes. Sorry about that. I am truly sorry ma'am! This is a lot for me to take in! As you have guessed I am indeed new to this place!” Devon paused only long enough to take another breath. “Yes, I was thinking of going to Camelot, I mean it was always an area of interest to me! Well, more so the rumours about it and it's connections to the Roman Empire. You see, there are many theories that if King Aruther actually existed that he was actually a Roman solider, or a commander or something! I was hoping that there might have been some clues to this at this copy of the place, but apparently the king here has a completely different name altogether! Any clues I might find would be skewed by whatever warps the reality in this place, still might have been useful though.”
Devon's words trailed off as the woman before him just stood there staring at his onslaught of unrestrained thoughts and words. He was doing it again.
“Oh! Sorry ma'am, I tend to get excited about stuff easily and take any chance to talk about it with another! Even if they are a demo, I mean that they are not huma, er, I, yes. Sorry.” Devon was starting to fidget awkwardly, never in his entire life had he been forced to interact with different races so often! It was not a skill he had yet to master, and he unrestrained tongue was not helping his cause.
“What I mean is that, this place you speak of does seem rather interesting. From what I know the undead were mere legends, any accounts of them either falsified or over stated. Simple magic puppetry that lasted only a few moments at best. Though if you say that they are here, well, I have seen a strange thing or two since I have arrived that makes me inclined to believe you.” He paused for a moment, considering his next words. “As much as I would love to investigate, the research possibilities alone are intriguing, I do not see why I would.”
Devon's excuse seemed to trail off a bit as he grasped onto one bit of the demon woman's explanation he had apparently missed the first time. Did she say that there were people there? They were in some sort of trouble apparently. Whoever this person was, and intentionally or not, they seemed to hone in on the one thing that would drag him through hell and back.
“I'm sorry,” he started off, Devon really seemed to use the word sorry a lot, “but did you say there were people there?”
The young scholar saw by the smile that was now on this woman's face that she knew he would be tagging along now so with a sigh Devon collected himself, making sure he had everything on him, before waving off into the distance.
“Well lead on! I am sure it is going to be an adventurous trips worth telling stories about for ages to come! Maybe eventually there will be a myth about ME for future scholars to decode! That would be rather exciting don't you think?”
As they walked on from the gate Devon kept going on about the myths and legends of the undead, Camelot, and all the sort from his own lands while regarding how nice it was to have someone to talk to in great depth again!
Even if they were not human, glowed, and seemed to have a rag wrapped around her torso soaked in a strange jade coloured liquid. He might have to inquirer about that, but not now since that would be rather rude!
Turning around he glanced down and was about to make a reply but then realized his eyes were looking down at a red skirt and not, as he had assumed, a rather short creature. Letting his eyes wander up to her face Devon stood there staring, was this a demon?! Had one of them followed him here?! The skin was almost the right colour, but it glowed so that was strange. She had horns, but no tail or any of the other distinguishing features of the demonic race of his world.
While he never fully trusted that lot this one, if a demon she was, actually seemed rather polite. It wasn't the general 'I am being polite because I have to be now do as I say!' thing that demons normally had going on, this one actually seemed to be sincere in her speech.
Wait, she had been speaking! What was it she said again?! Devon racked his brain as she went on. Right, there had been something about Camelot, going to this place called the Pale Moors, Camelot being uninteresting or something, and then a lot about undead nightmares and the like?
Devon stood there for a few seconds and then realized he was supposed to talk now, as she had asked him if he was interested in joining her. There were a few more awkward seconds between them as the words seemed to be caught in his throat, the demon woman staring at him expecting him to say something. In a minute or two though she would probably wish that he had just stayed quiet!
“OH! Right, yes. Sorry about that. I am truly sorry ma'am! This is a lot for me to take in! As you have guessed I am indeed new to this place!” Devon paused only long enough to take another breath. “Yes, I was thinking of going to Camelot, I mean it was always an area of interest to me! Well, more so the rumours about it and it's connections to the Roman Empire. You see, there are many theories that if King Aruther actually existed that he was actually a Roman solider, or a commander or something! I was hoping that there might have been some clues to this at this copy of the place, but apparently the king here has a completely different name altogether! Any clues I might find would be skewed by whatever warps the reality in this place, still might have been useful though.”
Devon's words trailed off as the woman before him just stood there staring at his onslaught of unrestrained thoughts and words. He was doing it again.
“Oh! Sorry ma'am, I tend to get excited about stuff easily and take any chance to talk about it with another! Even if they are a demo, I mean that they are not huma, er, I, yes. Sorry.” Devon was starting to fidget awkwardly, never in his entire life had he been forced to interact with different races so often! It was not a skill he had yet to master, and he unrestrained tongue was not helping his cause.
“What I mean is that, this place you speak of does seem rather interesting. From what I know the undead were mere legends, any accounts of them either falsified or over stated. Simple magic puppetry that lasted only a few moments at best. Though if you say that they are here, well, I have seen a strange thing or two since I have arrived that makes me inclined to believe you.” He paused for a moment, considering his next words. “As much as I would love to investigate, the research possibilities alone are intriguing, I do not see why I would.”
Devon's excuse seemed to trail off a bit as he grasped onto one bit of the demon woman's explanation he had apparently missed the first time. Did she say that there were people there? They were in some sort of trouble apparently. Whoever this person was, and intentionally or not, they seemed to hone in on the one thing that would drag him through hell and back.
“I'm sorry,” he started off, Devon really seemed to use the word sorry a lot, “but did you say there were people there?”
The young scholar saw by the smile that was now on this woman's face that she knew he would be tagging along now so with a sigh Devon collected himself, making sure he had everything on him, before waving off into the distance.
“Well lead on! I am sure it is going to be an adventurous trips worth telling stories about for ages to come! Maybe eventually there will be a myth about ME for future scholars to decode! That would be rather exciting don't you think?”
As they walked on from the gate Devon kept going on about the myths and legends of the undead, Camelot, and all the sort from his own lands while regarding how nice it was to have someone to talk to in great depth again!
Even if they were not human, glowed, and seemed to have a rag wrapped around her torso soaked in a strange jade coloured liquid. He might have to inquirer about that, but not now since that would be rather rude!
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