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On his travels he encounters a strange person. Not cryptic like mystical old sage or a person out of some tale. Just a normal person. He was slightly tall, depending on your definition of tall, and had a confused look on his face. Despite his normality the strange travelled felt a little mysterious.
“Could you help me?” He asks when Errol passes.
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Errol pauses. When he turns to the man, it can be seen that he isn’t in very good shape himself. His clothes, face, and hair were still muddy, a bandage was pressed to his shoulder, and his left hand was slightly bleeding. He felt like completely ignoring the man and going to find a place to rest, yet could not overcome his curiosity. “What is it that you need?”
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“I need you to help me help you.” The man says cryptically. “I only jest. I was on my way to the city and got a little lost on the road. The path ahead could be dangerous and I would accept help traveling it.”
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“Hm,” Errol hums curiously, “I see. I was told there was a town only half a mile down this road. I doubt you would find any dangers so close.” He pauses. “What is your name?”
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“A name is but a title given to you for identification. It mean not compared to the character you are inside. One does not know another due to a insignificant tile but only by the truth and being of themselves can they be known.” He says very cryptically. “That being said you can call me Traveller. For it is what I am doing. I travel and you shall guide me if you wish for the roads, even if thought not, could be dangerous.”
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“Well, then, [i]Traveller[/i], if it is a guide you wish to have so much, there is room for two along this path.” He jerks his head to the side to motion for the Traveller to follow before he begins to continue his walk.
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The Traveller follows along without any trouble. “So who are you good sir guide. Remember a name is only a title and now what I am looking for.”
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Errol chuckles. “You can still call me Errol, my given name. I am told it means ‘to wander’, and that seems to be what I’m doing now.”
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“Very well. For it is very true that not all who wander are lost. But does your wandering have a purpose? Some end goal? Or are you as lost?”
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“[i]Lost[/i],” Errol repeats in thought. “In its physical form, aye, for I woke in this unfamiliar swamp and am looking for a way home. But otherwise, I do have more of a goal than simply getting home. I also hope to find a... dear friend of mine.” A frown comes over his face.
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“Hmmm. Where is home? Home is a place we live but it is made so much more by our own thoughts and perspective. Where do you come from?”
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“You’re a very philosophical one, aren’t you? I’m afraid I cannot tell you the precise location of my home, since I do not even know what part of Offtopic I am in. But it was a peaceful place, once.”
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“Philosophy. Hmm yes. Study it I do” he says in a attempt at a Yoda impression. “Philosophy is great for studying it helps study the patterns of the universe. Are you from offtopic? Many here are not originally.”
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Errol gives a light sigh. “Enough about myself. What are you doing here in a swamp past sunset?”
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Edited by Warlock Holmes: 5/20/2020 6:24:33 PM“Turn the questions on me? I see. I am a Traveller and I do just that. I am traveling to where I need to go.”
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“And where is it that you need to go, friend?”
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“Where is it we all need to go? Where is it we all head? I am on the road of fate and following it for the ride.”
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Errol’s shoulders tense, as he is becoming frustrated with the Traveller’s vague answers. “Fate is an unkind thing to follow. I do not suggest you place your faith so blindly on it.”
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“But I am not following it blindly. I am following you.” He says. Then he follows along mumbling something under his breath. Suddenly the noise of sticks snapping echoed nearby.
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Errol rolls his eyes at his response, then the snapping catches his attention and he halts, looking in the direction of the snapping.
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The traveler keeps mumbling under his breath. The snapping turns to growling as a creature approaches.
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Errol turns his attention to the Traveller, grabbing the collar of his shirt. “What are you summoning?”
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“The only thing I am summoning would be in your mind. I am just chanting because that’s what I do. But summoning I am not.”
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“What?” He looks over his shoulder back at the creature.
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The man continues his chanting. Behind you there is a giant lizard like creature growling and running at you.
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With a yell of anger, Errol throws the Traveller aside and faces the creature. He throws out his hands, and the discs glow red, though his left one takes more time. Hundreds of tiny beads shoot out of the pouches on his belt, and they fly towards the creature in a large mass. If they hit like they should, the pressure is enough to throw the beast aside.
