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The Trip (A journal of Stug)
((Though I am on break for Kiwike, when I return I am hoping to create more of an RP background for myself. This is a journal that is completely thought out of my head to add a little more RP to my character. Wherever this ends up is what I will return to. This is a WIP and I will continue to update this once every few days or so. Happy reading! Btw, if there are any errors, feel free to say so.))
The Journey - Day 1
To think that I would ever leave the place that I now call home for something so random and so sudden is something I thought I would never do. I could never imagine myself leaving my new friends without much of a word to go to some other land, unknown by most. Looks like I really don’t know myself as much as I thought I did.
Its night time, I’m sitting under a tree and watching a few spiders toy with a sheep while I write this journal, in case I don’t return. Today marks the day of something call, “The Walk”. Before I left, a man approached me, he was wearing a hood and carrying a staff of what seemed to be made out of wood with a bit of carved lapis attached to the top. He came up to me and said, “Walk North, for you will find what you are truly here for, what your main purpose of life is.” At the time, it sounded like a load of shit spewing from an old man’s mouth. But hey, now I’m at least 25 miles away from any civilization in Kiwike writing some log of mine so I don’t go mad from walking continuously North.
I haven’t seen much yet, during they day I killed a few pigs for food, got some leather from cows, and went a little mining trip to get some tools for the way. Normally, I won’t plan on stopping during the night, so crafting a sword was pretty handy. It’s quite shiny too, better then my old stone sword that I was originally carrying. It practically broke when I swung it at a zombie, you can never trust those damn things..
I also noticed that there was a tall black creature watching me in the distance. Nothing like any other tall human, I mean like sugarcane-tower tall. It had these long gangly arms and purple eyes. When I looked at it, it started to violently shake, so I turned away and ran. I hope I never see something like that again, but it may have been me just hallucinating from the bit of cactus juice that I drank. I shouldn’t dwell on it. Anyways, I should probably stop writing and get walking. I don’t want to make that man wait for to long.
The Journey - Day 3
Injuries suck. A Creeper snuck up on me from behind when I was cooking some pork and blew me into a wall, knee first. Now my knee is swelling up and I can barely walk. I’ll be stuck here for some time so I decided that it would be a good time for an update.
I haven’t seen anymore of those black things, so I guess it must have been me hallucinating. I had a dream of one of those things being right next to me when I was taking a nap earlier. From a close view, it looked like it had a mouth, somewhat like an jaw dangling from a normally human’s mouth. If that’s not enough detail to make you concerned, then I don’t know how much more I can say.
I got a bit more leather from cows, enough to make some leather armor. Stitching that stuff together is a pain, I kept on poking myself with the needle. I understand now why I love mining and all the minerals I get from it. Smithing is much easier, in my eye at least.
My legs are starting to feel weaker and weaker by the moment. I think I’ve must have sprinted over 50 miles today, I’m kind of glad that I hurt my knee now. I can actually rest without forcing myself to continue on. Hopefully within a few days my knee will be better and I’ll be able to continue on my journey, to wherever the hell I’m supposed to be going to. It still troubles me that I don’t really know much of what is going on or why I even listened to that man.
Something worth mentioning is the places I’ve seen so far on my journey. I’ve seen much more things then I did in Kiwike. Oceans, endless fields, taller mountains, its like a whole new world! I actually had to make a boat to get across the water today rather then just swim it out. I must have been in the boat for at least 10 minutes.
The fields were quite large as well. It was like plain land for as far as the eye could see. No trees in sight, no caves to be found. Just flat land and many different kinds of animals, mostly cows though. I never knew the land out North was like this, I’m not sure if anyone knew it was like this. I could be the first one to discover things like this, who knows.
I also saw vines hanging from trees earlier. It was like the swamps I had back at home, just a lot more peaceful and without the gunky water or the creatures that lurked in them. Mushrooms seem to grow a lot more naturally then they normally do back towards Kiwike though. It gave me a great opportunity to make some classic mushroom soup. The mushrooms seemed a lot more fresh too, the soup kinda tasted like the kind that someone had made for me a while back when I was living in Dracko. Those were good times..
I should probably get some sleep. If my leg is healed by tomorrow then I'll need to wake up early for all the time that I have lost sitting here.
The Journey - Day 6
I don’t remember the man ever saying that there were going to be challenges along the way. There was a really tall mountain blocking my way North, so I had to go through a little passage that seemed carved out. I must have stepped on a pressure plate or something, the walls around me slowly started to push in on me. I couldn’t really sprint because of my knee, so it was like a hobble, and hobbling for your life isn’t enjoyable. I made it out just in time, but the edge of my leather pants got caught it, so I had to look for some more leather for another pair of leather pants, which means more stitching.
After that I was caught up behind something that I had never seen before in my life. It was like someone had taken a giant sword and cut through the Earth. There were zombies and skeletons hanging about at the bottom, a little bit of lava to the left of them. What made it worse was the fact that the only way across was going down a set of staircases and back up some on the other side.
Fighting my way through, what I like to call it, the hell-hole, I slowly reached my way toward the other side and began to climb up what seemed to be the greatest set of stairs ever. I had never been more excited to climb stairs, which truly means something. About at the last stair, my knee gave out. I had to crawl over to a tree and dig a make-shift home, which is where I’m sitting and writing this now.
It would probably be smart to keep a bucket of water against my knee, but I have none. The only water near me is about 100ft out of this hole, surrounded by spiders and zombies. Yeah, I’ll pass on the water. I guess I’ll have to man this one out like the last one. I probably won’t be moving for a few days.
Oh, I saw one of those black creatures moving around a giant boulder. I have never seen a monster move things. This is unique, but it makes me think that these creatures are a lot worse then I assumed. At this rate, it seems that they could rip up someones house in large groups. This could be a problem in the future, I mean, I don’t even have a house right now..
Oh well, no time to dread, only time to sleep.
The Journey - Day 7
I peeked out of my hole when morning came and noticed that there was a small sized cabin just out of sight. I must not have seen it last night because of the darkness. I hobbled over to the window and saw the same staff that the old man I saw not to long ago. This must be his house. He must be trying to stay hidden for some reason, there are no lights in the house or around the area. He must take down the torches he puts in his house at night to prevent anyone from seeing him.
He wasn’t at the house, so now I’m back in my hole writing again. There isn’t much better to do when you can barely move. I hear someone coming though, I should probably go check it out.
The Journey - Day 7 (Part 2)
I was right. It was indeed the old man’s house. He was happy to take me in for the night, so I’m sitting in the cabin on a bed with a nice ice cold bucket of water leaned up against my leg. Sounds like a basic chill day. The old man said that tomorrow that we need to get down to business, he said that “The Walk” is over with and now we have things to accomplish and things to talk about. I can only imagine what this old guy has to say to me. He’ll probably rabble on about his old village or some shit like that, some typical old guy. I could even be out here for no reason, who knows. I think I need to put this journal down for a little bit, I got things to think about. And mushroom soup to eat.
The Talk - Day 8
Right now is probably not the best time to write, I’m quite frankly in shock. This old man has told me so many things, I’m not sure to believe or not. It sounds like he told me my own futuristic play-by-play of my life. I might as well explain what he said though, to anyone who gets a hold of this journal.
He started off saying that I was here because of my destiny, that there was only 1 specific reason that I had come here, and it was because I didn’t know who I was. He said that I’ve been hiding something from everyone for a while, that there was a side of me that I couldn’t accept, the real me. Whatever the hell that means.
He brought me here so I could train for the day that I learn who I really am, which still confuses me. Why would I need to train for myself? That sounds insane. He set up tasks for me to accomplish, the one for tomorrow he said was a test of strength and how well I handle myself under pressure. I sure hope it isn’t a run.
He also said that by the end of this training that I was going to be a completely changed man, I would think differently, act differently, even talk differently. I was honestly thinking about ditching this old guy and returning to all my friends back in Kiwike, but with the condition of my knee right now, that wouldn’t be smart. It would take a long time to return, I could die by then. Which leaves me no choice but to stay here and train with the old man until my knee is better. Who knows how long that will take.
He never told me his name though, I don’t know what I should call him. If he expects me to call him master, I will ditch this guy. Maybe he’ll tell me at a later time, he probably is waiting to gain my trust. I don’t blame the guy.
There will probably be more things he will tell me tomorrow, at least I hope there is. Maybe I’ll even ask him about those black creatures. He seems like someone who knows a lot of history about the world.
Speaking of those black creatures, I saw another one today. I tried not to look at him so he wouldn’t think of getting angry at me, and I noticed that he started to approach me out of the corner of my eye. I thought I was dead there, but he turned away and picked up a handful a dirt and walked away. These things are so weird.. I hope I can learn more about them tomorrow.
((To be continued...))
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The Trip (A journal of Stug)
