Sessão 36

Sessão 36

Sessão 35

Sessão 35

Sessão 34: Vida nova a Sloobludop e a Chegada de Blargh

Sessão 34: Vida nova a Sloobludop e a Chegada de Blargh

Sessão 33: Ploop e o último suspiro de Glim

Sessão 33: Ploop e o último suspiro de Glim

Sessão: 32

Sessão: 32

No I don't wonder about the future. It's not like I could read my story beforehand... And if I could that would just ruin it wouldn't it?

Every gnome's a good cook.

Stop adventuring? Whoever stopped adventuring? Never read a story like that, you surely have a fertile imagination don't you?

Sus - suscepi-tobi-lety - damn that's a complicated word - to peer pressure? Isn't a peer a log you tie a boat too?

Sick? I've never been sick, must be hard thought, I remember Corta, she spilled that smelly water all over the floor for a tendays when we had the goblin's kobold steak. Pretty sure it was poisoned though.

"Who do you look up to?" Usually everyone, everyone's taller.

Cat person? I mean I like both. Yeah both I guess. I mean you have to season dogs differently cos' they're usually muscley and hard while cats are softer. Both are equally great courses on the spit though.

Nah... seriously, I've no arch enemies. (...) Yeah we did. No, they thought us everything we needed to know. (...) Competition? Not really. (...) No I wasn't the best with the bow, Garmr was better than me. (...) So what? What does that interfere in my story? (...) What do mean rival? (...) You're trying to say he could have been my nemesis? How so? But we are members of the same villa. (...) Envy? What is that? (...) Punch him in the face? (...) Then I'll have my arch enemy? (...) I have to conquer the characters in my story? (...) Damn, but the villa is so far away now... Wait, why don't you be nemesis? I can punch you in the face if you'd like. (...) What do you mean you don't want any enemies? How's your story gonna end like without any? (...) Peace? Man, you humans really are crazy.

Objectives? What are those? Oh right, Goals, like, treasure or killing an arch enemy or saving a friend, like the stories. Well, my story hasn't been told yet, kinda obvious huh, I wouldn't be living it otherwise, how could they have it in writing already? So I don't know, those things haven't... Presented themselves to me yet. They will, when its time, obviously, that's how every story goes.

Something that changed me? Nothing has changed me, except maybe, practice, I got better at the bow, that I did. Well... Better is a relative take I guess, very personal, I started hitting targets more and in better places. I guess I changed something of my own accord, changed the way I see myself. It was on the day I killed my first Orc patrol all alone, far from the villa. Had to be far anyway, would be risky if it were close. The ways I had to think to ensure everything would go right, the ways I had to move and prepare the deep roads, that certainly made me think of myself as a mechanism, like the timekeepers made by the tinkers of legend. There's parts of me, mechanisms, procedures, things that work in the right order, in the right circumstance. Yes, under the right circumstance, I'll always vanquish my prey. Huh... Hadn't thought of that, maybe that's when the hunter becomes the hunted, when things are out of order, then his mechanisms don't work, then he fails to survive.

I don't want to change anything. Things change by themselves, the gods make sure of that.