The Reluctant Return Home (Open)

by **Erzotol Silverden** on April 19th, 2011, 10:10 am

"What is a children's toy doing this far out in the grasslands?" Erzotol wondered aloud, taking the statuette from her hand, and examining it even closer. It seemed like such a odd and unexpected thing to find all the way out her, like the chicken. Still they both seemed harmless enough. But why where they here. Out of the corner of his eye, Erzotol could see Laeon slowly stalking forward towards the chicken, a hungry gleam in his eyes.

by **Argillaceous** on April 19th, 2011, 9:16 pm

Argillaceous tried desperately to stay calm. Sure he was being manhandled by people at least 8 times his height, and sure they thought he was a children's toy, but at least they probably weren't going to eat him. That's when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the fox approaching his totally oblivious chicken. That's when he got angry.

"HEY YOU PETCHIN' FOX! STAY AWAY FROM MY CHICKEN!" shrieked the outraged pycon, his legs flailing wildly, his clay nostrils dilated.

by **Derailey** on April 19th, 2011, 9:45 pm

Derailey stared at the toy wide eyed. "It speaks." That was extremely odd. She found herself at a loss of words...what was one supposed to say to something like that. She walked over to the chicken, carefully taking it into her arms. Though, the fox still continued to eye it like a piece of meat.

She took her place next to Erzotol once more. "What is your name, little...goat."

by **Erzotol Silverden** on April 20th, 2011, 6:13 pm

Erzotol was so suprised and startled by the clay goat's outburst, a object he had thought inanimate, that he dropped it. He was quick to collect himself however, and stooped down and picked up the figurine by the nape of its neck, while standing up once more in one fluid motion. Not entirely sure what this thing was he held it at length from him, motioning for his fox to stop playing games, and sit beside him. "What manner of creature are you?" he asked the creature adding on to what Derailey asked, while letting it dangle in the air, a safe distance away from his person.

by **Argillaceous** on April 21st, 2011, 10:42 pm

For a moment, Argillaceous was so angry and frustrated he very nearly exploded. The woman's care in picking up the chicken slightly abated his rising exasperation, but his outrage was restoked by the actions of the man. Picking him up by the scruff of the neck like a in-obedient puppy! The pycon screamed, biting at the man's hand.

"I am a pycon, created by the will great god of alchemy, Harameus" he seethed "My name is Argillaceous. Now will you put me down!?

by **Derailey** on April 22nd, 2011, 2:55 pm

Derailey let a smile form on her a face, then looked to Erzotol. "Well, you heard it." She loved it's fearlessness. It was...comforting to her. Not everyone feared their surroundings.

by **Erzotol Silverden** on April 22nd, 2011, 3:28 pm

Erzotol resisted the pain of the small bites to his fingers, and slowly lowered it on to the ground. "There you are down now, what is a pycon, and what are you doing all the way out here?" he asked. He had never really encountered a pycon before, and hardly any stories about them. Erzotol scratched the stubble on his chin, while watching the pycon, and sitting cross legged before him.

by **Argillaceous** on April 24th, 2011, 11:07 pm

Argillaceous breathed deeply, calming himself down. Even after trying to relax, his words still had a acidity to them. He was understandably angered by people manhandling him, and frustrated that at his best, he could hardly to anything to resist them.

"The pycon are a race of clay men and women, and though we take many different forms, we are all pycon. We were created by the god of Alchemy, Harameus, and as such, we do not practice alchemy, for it it sacred to us. A misguided prophet of Harameus was Rupert Pycon, for whom we are named." He spoke this in the monotone voice of a bored pupil reciting a lesson to his schoolmaster, and as he spoke, Argillaceous sat back on his haunches in a very un-sheep-like action.

by **Derailey** on May 3rd, 2011, 2:07 am

Derailey had suddenly become aware of the amount of people that her lone party was taking on. She was not one for large groups, even if they only amounted to three. She stood a good arms length away from Erzotol, and brought her focus on the Pycon as it started to speak

Derailey tried to hold back the smile as she listened to the creature speak, but it was far too impossible. She knew it was being serious, but..."Um Argillaceous...can I hold you?" She glanced around for a moment, "Please?" She felt like a child wanting to hold it's new toy...it's new, talking toy.

by **Erzotol Silverden** on May 3rd, 2011, 7:23 am

Erzotol absorbed the information that the pycon told him, entirely oblivious to his sharp tone, making periodic ahhs, and mms. He watched the clay figurine with a steady gaze, never breaking his observation to notice the woman own interest in the stranger nor caring about the distance. Chewing on the bottom of his lip he looked thoughtfully at the little man.

The race was entirely foreign to him, and because of this misunderstanding he did not entirely trust the clay figure, but didn't fear him either. Suppose he isn't too bad he thought silently to himself. Soon a warm smile spread over his face, and he cleared his throat. " Well then, welcome stranger, sorry for the misunderstanding " he said in a welcoming tone.

Another smile crept over his lips at the girl’s question, and with an amused expression he watched the pycon for his reaction.