Post by yinsi on Apr 4, 2018 13:50:04 GMT -6
"One for Yemma." He swung his fist hard, spinning the quintain he had built of sticks, leaves, and canvas. "One for Patala." This swing was much harder, breaking the quintain's base, leaving it tilted. Patala was the leader of the gang that harassed him his entire life. He hadn't seen Patala since he was shipped off to HFIL, but his memory was quite enough to keep him going. "And one for the Kamis, who ignore my plight." This swing was the hardest of all, the canvas ripping and sending sticks and leaves in every direction. Yinsi was pleased with his progress, but he was smart enough to know that he couldn't work himself too much as it would be harder to suppress his power.
"Ah... message for Yinsi." A fat blue Ogre approached, struggling under the immense weight of his mailbag.
A message? For me? This has to be a joke. Yinsi thought. He hadn't ever really gotten messages before, they generally went through Goz and Mez before they were barked at him.
"Are you going to take it or do I have to stand here for eternity?" The Ogre wiped his sweaty brow, revealing an armpit that looked as though it had soaked up an ocean.
"Yeah, sorry." Yinsi ran forward and plucked it from his hand, swiftly jumping away as to avoid the B.O.
"Yeah, whatever kid." The Ogre waddled off quickly, he clearly had more messages to deliver. Yinsi might have felt sorry for him, but Yinsi generally thought only of himself and his plight.
After a while of contemplation, Yinsi ripped the package open quickly as if it might be his letter of coronation.
"Ah... message for Yinsi." A fat blue Ogre approached, struggling under the immense weight of his mailbag.
A message? For me? This has to be a joke. Yinsi thought. He hadn't ever really gotten messages before, they generally went through Goz and Mez before they were barked at him.
"Are you going to take it or do I have to stand here for eternity?" The Ogre wiped his sweaty brow, revealing an armpit that looked as though it had soaked up an ocean.
"Yeah, sorry." Yinsi ran forward and plucked it from his hand, swiftly jumping away as to avoid the B.O.
"Yeah, whatever kid." The Ogre waddled off quickly, he clearly had more messages to deliver. Yinsi might have felt sorry for him, but Yinsi generally thought only of himself and his plight.
After a while of contemplation, Yinsi ripped the package open quickly as if it might be his letter of coronation.
King Yemma has dropped a valuable item on Pin's Mountain, you are ordered to retrieve it by two HFIL days.
Damn him... Yinsi thought. He had half a mind to ignore this, but, he was still an Ogre, and still at a point in his life in which he feared Yemma.
Yinsi had quickly grown to understand the mountain's namesake as he trecked up. The mountain was coated with millions of little pins that grew worse as you climbed. It was a hard trip with the pins, not mentioning the dry, rocky terrain that gave way to hundreds of deep, dark crevasses. Damn him. Damn him. DAMN HIM! Yinsi hadn't the energy to talk, so his rage stayed internal.
Finally, after hours of walking. Yinsi was able to crest the stumpy mountain's domed peak, looking out over more crevasse-ladened valleys and mountains that lay beyond in other HFIL sectors. To his luck, the peak had no pins and many flat outcrops of rock, allowing him a nice resting place. Yinsi rested there for as long as the sun remained up, beginning his search once it had fallen behind the aforementioned mountains.
A pen? A golden pen engraved with the words "King Yemma" rested in his hand. He had half a mind to crush the thing, but that would probably incur a wrath he hadn't the ability to deal with. Soon. He felt solace in his plan... so much so that it was the only thing that kept him going, and the only thing he ever thought about.
After an equally horrid trek down, he handed Goz and Mez the pen and went back to work at his fountain, thinking of a new quintain-building method. This time, he hoped he could get away with making it look a bit more like King Yemma.
Yinsi had quickly grown to understand the mountain's namesake as he trecked up. The mountain was coated with millions of little pins that grew worse as you climbed. It was a hard trip with the pins, not mentioning the dry, rocky terrain that gave way to hundreds of deep, dark crevasses. Damn him. Damn him. DAMN HIM! Yinsi hadn't the energy to talk, so his rage stayed internal.
Finally, after hours of walking. Yinsi was able to crest the stumpy mountain's domed peak, looking out over more crevasse-ladened valleys and mountains that lay beyond in other HFIL sectors. To his luck, the peak had no pins and many flat outcrops of rock, allowing him a nice resting place. Yinsi rested there for as long as the sun remained up, beginning his search once it had fallen behind the aforementioned mountains.
A pen? A golden pen engraved with the words "King Yemma" rested in his hand. He had half a mind to crush the thing, but that would probably incur a wrath he hadn't the ability to deal with. Soon. He felt solace in his plan... so much so that it was the only thing that kept him going, and the only thing he ever thought about.
After an equally horrid trek down, he handed Goz and Mez the pen and went back to work at his fountain, thinking of a new quintain-building method. This time, he hoped he could get away with making it look a bit more like King Yemma.
