The First Journey of Oberon
Title: The First Journey of Oberon
Author: Oberon, Wanderer
'Twas a simple
beginning... he studied
and practiced
attempting to learn a
trade which we
provide for him.
Tailoring, which his
father had attempted
to teach him, was a
joyless activity for
Oberon. He could
make some of the
finest clothes in
Vesper, but longed for
something else.
Taking the advice
of his father, Bane,
Oberon focussed on
earning gold enogh to
build himself a castle.
This, he knew, would
never come to pass,
for a tailor would
work his whole life to
afford such a home.
However, in his old
age, he could not enjoy
it. Nor did he want
this. For years he
toiled and began to
focus his attention on
the gathering of hides
and wool. This
meanial task afforded
him the chance to
escape Vesper for a
little while and enjoy
a small piece of
freedom.
On one such outing,
Oberon encountered a
creature which he
had become use to
slaying, the mongbat.
It was neccesary to rid
the world of the
creatures in order for
the cattle to thrive.
However, after
Oberon had cleaved the
monster and skinned
it for hides, he came
upon a necklace around
the neck of the beast.
To him, this
suggested a heinous
kidnapping of a
beautiful maiden by a
raucous pack of the
monsters. He set out
at once to find the
captured Lady (for
her fame grew loftier
in his mind as his
travels into the forest
continued).
After a day's journey, he came upon what he felt was the gang which had kidnapped his princess. All that was left was for him to slay the five mongbats and ten orcs to retrieve her. Now, Oberon had never encoutered an Orc before, but, he felt, how tough could they be. He threw himself into battle, ever ready to wade in the blood of his enemies (in the hopes of saving the kidnapped Queen). His battle cry echoed through the trees, and was met with a harsh reply, "Run you fool!"
At first Oberon did not head the suggestion and forged ahead. His run was halted by a fist to his abdomen. Falling towards the ground he realized his fatal error, which would have the Orcs muching on his thighs for breakfast. He was weak, slow, and knew very little about tactics. However, before he hit the ground, he was grabbed and thrown into a nearby shrub. When he turned to see the Orc who threw him, he was surprised to see only a woman brandishing a sword spattered with black blood.
"Get gone, fool!" she
hollered. After a
moments hesitation,
worry for her
saftey, he followed
her plan. He ran.
Turning back once,
before plunging into
the saftey of the trees
he saw her blade
flash and plunge into
the chest of an
attacking orc. Facing
forward again he
rushed headlong into
the depths of the
forest.
Before he had run far, he heard her screams from behind him. She had fallen and there was nothing he could do. Perhaps his blundering had caused her fate. He ran on with the screams echoing through his head and the sound of his feet being resounded by the forest. Oberon ran until her death throes ceased their repeating in his mind. And, perhaps led there by some unknown power, he had come to Empath Abbey. There he was led onto a new path by a Lucas Eventide
