04-24-2016, 02:01 PM
The dirt road sprayed dirt as Sleipnir came charging through the portal. With a yank on the reins, Odin brought his mount to a rearing halt. The horse hopped once on its hind legs before falling back to all fours. This new realm was very different than the Nexus he just arrived from. The shining sun offered a warmth that the cold white lights had not. Overhead a hawk lazily drifted on updrafts while smaller birds sang their love songs in the trees. Squirrels and mice rustled the undergrowth, as a doe grazed on a bush nearby. To the south a dirt road formed. Having no other leads, Odin nudged his mount along the path.
Reminds me of Midgard in spring, thought the old god as Sleipnir clomped along. Their route was marked by the impressions of horse hooves and wagon wheels warn smooth by the shuffle of feet. Occasionally they came across stranger prints and markings, the like that Odin had never seen before. In the interest of time, he refrained from investigating them.
Ten minutes into his ride, he finally encountered someone along the road. A woman sat astride a cream colored horse pulling a heavy-laden, two-wheeled wagon. Odin waved to the traveler and brought Sleipnir to a halt. The woman road up next to Odin, nodded, and asked, “What can I do for ya?”
Odin noticed the woman spoke with slow, cautious words. With a smile, Odin explained, “I am new to The Tangled Green. Can you tell me where this road leads?”
The woman eyed Odin, trying to decide something before finally answering. “You are headed towards Ambrosia. The only slice of civilization this ‘verse has to offer, as far as I’m concerned. It’s about a ten-minute ride from here. I assume you already know you came from the direction of the Nexus gate.”
Odin tipped his hat to the woman and thanked her before continuing down the road. She watched the old traveler as something cooed in the back of her cart. The man gave no indication that he had heard or suspected anything, so she continued on her way to Coruscant.
Ambrosia stripped Odin of the sense of familiarity he had felt along the path. On the outskirts of town each ranch and farm was stranger than the next. As he rode past a field of cabbages, he heard a baby crying. Gazing out into the plants, he saw that one of them was opening to reveal a baby inside. A worker bent over and tenderly lifted it up. A second worker gently swaddled it in blue cloth before slowly placing it in a basket full of other babies. A pasture to his left held what appeared to be giant baby chickens. To make matters worse, it appeared that tiny, white bears were riding and training them.
As Odin crested a hill, the whole town was suddenly on display. The majority of it was made of log cabins and other wooden structures. Although the design was different than the cities he was used to, there was nothing alien to them. Scattered throughout, however, were many stranger buildings. Some were made of all metal while others seemed to have just grown into living homes. One appeared to be a giant glass bowl filled with water. Sunken inside was a small, sandstone castle, seaweed growing around it like trees. The largest building, by far, was a pink palace surrounded by thick vegetation.
Taking a deep breath, Odin continued to ride forward. He had a lot to learn about his new world, and it seemed that it was going to be a fascinating journey.
Reminds me of Midgard in spring, thought the old god as Sleipnir clomped along. Their route was marked by the impressions of horse hooves and wagon wheels warn smooth by the shuffle of feet. Occasionally they came across stranger prints and markings, the like that Odin had never seen before. In the interest of time, he refrained from investigating them.
Ten minutes into his ride, he finally encountered someone along the road. A woman sat astride a cream colored horse pulling a heavy-laden, two-wheeled wagon. Odin waved to the traveler and brought Sleipnir to a halt. The woman road up next to Odin, nodded, and asked, “What can I do for ya?”
Odin noticed the woman spoke with slow, cautious words. With a smile, Odin explained, “I am new to The Tangled Green. Can you tell me where this road leads?”
The woman eyed Odin, trying to decide something before finally answering. “You are headed towards Ambrosia. The only slice of civilization this ‘verse has to offer, as far as I’m concerned. It’s about a ten-minute ride from here. I assume you already know you came from the direction of the Nexus gate.”
Odin tipped his hat to the woman and thanked her before continuing down the road. She watched the old traveler as something cooed in the back of her cart. The man gave no indication that he had heard or suspected anything, so she continued on her way to Coruscant.
Ambrosia stripped Odin of the sense of familiarity he had felt along the path. On the outskirts of town each ranch and farm was stranger than the next. As he rode past a field of cabbages, he heard a baby crying. Gazing out into the plants, he saw that one of them was opening to reveal a baby inside. A worker bent over and tenderly lifted it up. A second worker gently swaddled it in blue cloth before slowly placing it in a basket full of other babies. A pasture to his left held what appeared to be giant baby chickens. To make matters worse, it appeared that tiny, white bears were riding and training them.
As Odin crested a hill, the whole town was suddenly on display. The majority of it was made of log cabins and other wooden structures. Although the design was different than the cities he was used to, there was nothing alien to them. Scattered throughout, however, were many stranger buildings. Some were made of all metal while others seemed to have just grown into living homes. One appeared to be a giant glass bowl filled with water. Sunken inside was a small, sandstone castle, seaweed growing around it like trees. The largest building, by far, was a pink palace surrounded by thick vegetation.
Taking a deep breath, Odin continued to ride forward. He had a lot to learn about his new world, and it seemed that it was going to be a fascinating journey.