Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Report Posted January 30, 2003 Turi Page Posts: 18 (3/1/02 6:54:44 pm) Reply Pineapples and mentors - A story dedicated to Gwaihir -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, I wanted to start a story and asked for elements that should appear in the story. The only one who gave me anything was Gwaihir and the material he gave me was kinda weird. So, this story is dedicated to Gwaihir and if it sounds weird it's only becauyse Gwaihir has a weird way of giving random material comments More chapters might follow, if I find the time and inspiration... ****************************************** Story begins - Chapter one - Pineapples and mentors ****************************************** Zwaap! The giant axe swung through the air and cut another pineapple in half. The little dwarf smiled happily as he licked the pineapple juice of the sharp steel. The large wooden table had deep cuts from several cuts similar to this one in the past. In the fruit basket located in the centre of the table were two more pineapples. Gwaihir, the dwarf, knew he would have to find more pineapples soon, before the last two were gone. However, there was no time to think of a troublesome future now when two golden pineapple halves laid split on the table. Gwaihir picked up his knife and started carving large pieces of the delicious fruit. The pieces disappeared quickly down the throat of the delighted dwarf. This was heaven and no problems on the earth could destroy this sacred moment. An hour later only some uneatable remains were left on the table and the dwarf squeezed out the last juice out of his beard. Gwaihir put the fruitbasket in the chest and locked it. It was his secret golden coloured treasure. Methodically he picked up the armour, the axe and finally the book with registered students to “Gwaihir’s academy of war”. Before leaving the kitchen he set his mentor diploma straight, which was hanging to the right of the entrance. Except for his pineapples and his mighty axe, this was his most precious possession. Outside five students were waiting anxiously for their mentor. Gwaihir sighed as he stepped outside, three humans and two elves. Well, atleast they were paying customers and he really needed the money for the trip he was planning. Although he knew that none of them would ever become good enough to handle a large two hand axe he was still determined to teach them how. Infact, the thought of those annoying elves making fools of themselves in the army amused him a little. Yes, he was determined, he would teach them and make them feel like they were making progress and then he would send them away to the nearest army. The day passed and the students were headed home. Gwaihir were headed for the nearby inn for a last dwarven beer before his trip. He was also hoping to meet some of the other mentors there. They usually gathered up after the working days and talked about many things. Today it was different; he had high hopes of finding a travel companion on his search for the golden treasure of his life. He had heard of a dragon called “Snow storm” in the mountains far south. It was said to guard a large golden treasure of enormous value, however no one had returned to tell the true story about it. People who search for money and jewels in mountains head north so he was sure that treasures in mountains to the south would have to be sweet pineapples. People started to gather in the inn and everyone seemed happy. People were cheering and drinking and some were even up on the tables dancing. Gwaihir ordered a large beer, stood up on a table and started shouting “Tomorrow I will head south, to the large mountains where the great dragon Snow Storm reign. I am determined to get passed the dragon and find the treasure. Who will come with me on this dangerous journey?” The people in the inn stood silent, all eyes concentrated at the dwarf on the table. Finally someone in the crowd spoke up and said: “Snow Storm??? But… isn’t that the great dragon that covers its victims in snow and then burns them with its terrible fire. No one have escaped his claws long enough to write down their story”. Many people nodded as this someone spoke up, around the room some people made nodding gestures and some hummed in agreement. Gwaihir rammed his axe in the table and spoke up once again. “You all know I am the best axe-man in the kingdom and no dragon, not even Snow Storm will stand in my way of the treasure. Ofcourse I will share the riches with anyone who follow me.” Upon those word a girl who had been hidden in the corner raised her hand. “I will go with you!” People turned around quickly and saw the girl dressed in all black and with a black hood covering her head. On her back was two thin short swords and in her belt a large dagger. “Good, I will leave at dawn. I will expect you outside my academy then. Now I am heading down to the market to get some more supplies before I leave and then I am going to sleep.”
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