Curse

Erik Fox · Jan 18, 2007, 04:10 AM // 04:10

Didn't really know how to title this, but I was bored and tired and rambled this off. I kinda like it so tell me what you think and I might do more.

Spencer Fox - W/Mo
I blinked sluggishly, not recognizing the young Necromancer who ran through my guild outpost, eager to sell his loot and return to the fighting. Must have been the new member, or maybe I’m just too damn drunk to see him properly. I took another swig of my eggnog and leaned against the rock behind me. What ever happened to me? What happened to those days of adventure and sightseeing? Since when do I spend hours in the Order’s Hall drinking my life away? I guess I just became tired of it. Tired of seeing people around me die, tired of coming back sore and bruised from a futile fight, tired of taking kids fresh out of the Academy all the way to Lion’s Arch, where they will surely die. Sure, the money was good, but all I did was buy stuff that temporarily solved my sorrow – Skimpy armor that made me feel important and powerful, even more booze to forget about the excited young ones speaking of how they were going to kill the Charr and get the cute guy or girl they saw the other day. I didn’t want to do this anymore. Screw the dwarves, Krytans, or anyone else that “desperately” needs my help. My goals and ambitions drifted away a long time ago. Now all that was left was a sobering sense of the truth. People were dying and I didn’t like that. There’s nothing I can do to stop it, who am I but one drunk Warrior. I’d rather sit in this peaceful jungle, and drink to forget everyone.