- Me and my Bloodrager -
Our story then shifted to Ren’s Primal Helmet.
“Brother Bloodrager, mind if we stop for a moment. These halls are long and I seem short of step” commented the oddly weary Naabe Bloodrager.
“I guess so. I did nott think you Gorajo ever got tired down here? I thought you were just the astral forms of yourselves with your bodies on a different plane?” In truth, I was a little tired too and needed to sit.
“Such is a discussion for Stormbringers. For us Bloodragers, when mind or body says ‘rest’, we rest.”
I’ve chatted with the Gorajo before, each telling me of their different roles in their society … at least the ones I could understand. I’ve always seemed to prefer the Bloodragers since as fellow warriors, we got along quite well.
“In fact Brother, I must thank you. For the past many weeks in my travels with you down here, I’ve grown quite well in combat. I have gone from a mere Brah to Naabe. I feel soon I may rise to become a Wise.”
“Wait? You have been the Gorajo travelling with me all this time? You all look alike to me, I just thought there were many of you coming to my aid when called.”
“Well of course I have been the one coming to you Brother. But how do we all look alike? I have spent time around you humans, at first you all looked the same to me. But I have learned to tell the difference. Some of us in our travels down here come to find kindred spirits in the quest to defeat the Dark One. Some choose to aid a certain ones you humans call as friends or allies.”
I was shocked. I did not believe the Gorajo looked different, and I did not want to insult this one to his face by saying so. True, I could tell the difference between a Skinweaver and a Hoardstalker, and the Gorajo also wear marking to tell the difference in experience of a Cub to Sachem.
“Well, I am glad to see the progress you have made among your tribe with your experience you have gained.” It was the only truthful comment I could think to make.
Why do people think I'm crazier than a room full of foxes in a psychiatric ward? Do they ever stop to think
how
the foxes got in there in the first place?
Why ask a question you
think
you want the answer to, yet
know
you will regret knowing?
17-May-2012 22:30:09