Heading to the medical Centre, feel free to help an Isur out! lol
| Trios casualy adjusted his large leather hat in the blistering summer heat that plagued down on him. He had lost his way in his journey to the Riverfall’s medical center so his mood was not as bright as the sun above. Contemplating the directions he was given, it was told that his destination rested on the second teir of Riverfall. But what confused the Isur was if this teir system was from the top or from the bottom. Either he climbed up the teirs to far or didn’t climb high enough in the cliff city, so either way he was not on course. This wouldn’t have mattered as much to a regular civilian but walking with a bum leg made things time consuming on the simplest of journeys. With each right step Trios had to put most of his weight on a cane which was almost as wide and burly as he was. The swagger was not as noticeable as it once had been but Trios still wanted to be rid of it. There were night’s he lay awake cursing the injury, each cold night or rainfall the pain would intensify. Be the pain of the leg a part of Zulrav’s doing or medical reasons Trios had a morbid laugh that Zulrav wanted him to suffer more even with the cursed mark of his that lay on his back. But history aside it was due time to fix the damage. Limping past Akalak warriors Trios cast an annoyed glace upward at the tall blue giants who dwarfed him. They were more intimidating due to their height and exotic nature and the Isur would be lying to say that he wasn’t impressed by it. However despite their intimidation Trios was laughing on the inside that at least he wouldn’t have any trouble siring children if the need ever arose. Thinking back, Trios had to hold a surge of laughter at recalling a song he once heard. The memory of said song was a bit foggy to say who sung it or where he had heard it but some of the lyrics were coming back to him due to the dark humour of the song. This was a more uplifting memory as Trios decided to recall the song in more details. It was a song done like an upbeat drinking tune with a cord that a musician would call a D major. Whatever a cord meant Trios didn’t really know, save the song was very humorous. So as Trios’s hobbled along the stone road to where he thought the medical centre was located Trios was deep in contemplation of trying to recall the song in his head. Come gather round gents and hear this lesson in song That your life’s problems are small in scale. For its easy to see, that once we compare our equipment down there! OOOOOOOOOOH! (Chorus)I’d rather be human than dark blue I’ll always love my short height this is true Who wants long life and to be able to kill a man with a large knife At least my wife can easily sire a kid or two Even if they kill me now! A smile will be on my face! That my seed takes first time when I plough! Who needs Konties and Kelvics as a mate? My fate tells me that I should breed with my own race. Because girls that I know have a perfect birthing rate! Granted that the Isur was wise in his years to know enough “not” to sing this infront of an Akalak or within the walls of Riverfall. But Trios noted that inappropriate things are the dominating thought when one is trying to refrain from saying them. Scanning the area with cold eyes Trios’s thoughts however became centralized on the realization that he was in fact lost in the expansive city. The reaction to these thoughts made Trios’s tenderly rub his temples with his black gem like hand as a summer wind made his leather jacket sway back and forth. This was going to be a long day. |
