3. Jin's Tall Tales

Jin's Tall Tales


  • A Prayer To Erevan

    Deep in the woods within the mouth of small cave near his tree, the red headed elf kneels before a fire. He carefully removes a swirling ball of light, the Swirllygig, from one of his hidden pockets. A grin creeps to his lips as he sets it out on the dirt before him. Lowering himself to lie on his chest, he stares deep into the swirling lights within the ball … then begins his attempt at prayer in a rather loud whisper.

    Sorry to bother you again Erevan! Its just … well, remember when I asked for that unicorn? It did not turn out like I had expected, but you did guide me by the ears to something that worked just as well in the end. So thank you for that. And for the swooping. That worked too. And I may need more help with the swooping again later … but that’s not what I wanted to speak to you about. Just uh … since the prayers seem to work for me every now and then, well this one is important. So here goes...

    I cant know for sure, but I do believe what Ty’eth says is true. That the elf priestess is real. That she is a prisoner of the drow. That he has brokered a deal with those that hold her. So uh … here is the big favor part. And dont tell anyone I even asked you! If Yngdir caught wind of me saying any of this he’d shoot me a look so sharp it would take my head off! Anyhow...here goes...

    Watch over Ty’eth as he completes his end of the bargain. Sure he’s a sneaky fark, but if things go bad he will need every extra chance he can get to escape with the elf priestess. And you know how important she is ... not just to me, but all the other souls who need us to recover the Moon Egg to free them. So if Ty’eth needs that one extra chance to get them both out safe, just … go ahead and give him one of mine.

    _The elf goes quiet then. His ears twitch at the crackling fire. His eyes searching the swirllygig as if trying to pick out some kind of response from the chaotic lights within. But like all the times before, there is no sign from his god to be seen or heard.

    Eventually the elf stands and speaks again_

    ..and I have a gift for you, Erevan. Not to bribe you to watch over Ty’eth or anything like that. Just in thanks for this new life you’ve dragged me into. You know, with me fighting against you every step of the way.

    The elf reaches to his boot, slowly pulling a wand form it.

    From our trip to put down the drow priestess. Then given to me from Ardent’s pick of the loot. I wouldn't be surprised if you had your hand in her doing that either grin. And now I offer it up to you. Thank you for giving me the chance to be Jin.

    _Taking a deep breath and expecting nothing less than a fantastic explosion, the elf tosses the wand into the flames … but again, nothing. The wand simply burns like anything else made of wood.

    And so the elf sits and watches the wand burn, hoping for the best._


  • The down-n-up choosing woman system: Part 3

    Jin sat in the cave mouth once more. His hair still wet from the baths. He stared at the parchment in his hands with a curious grin. The parchment was folded back to show the Poetic Part…

    @367b1e6ddf=Jin's:

    Poetic part:

    3. The last part and maybe the most difficult to understand because it’s the last part you should have in mind when you are like giving the ‘last’ step on a relationship. This part I came up with reading few bardic books, most of them twee and corny, but yet it’s a matter you don’t want to ignore when choosing woman. As said before, this is the ‘above’ part and it corresponds to the eyes of a woman. When looking woman’s eyes you have to look further than the physics matters. Further more than if her eyelashes are bushy and dark forming a knot of beauty in the corner. You must see in the iris; through the iris. “You must look at yourself reflected in her sight and also go beyond yourself in that reflection”. (I’d make a parenthesis here just to make clear that I don’t even discern what the heck that means since I’m just quoting bards’ proverbs. Still I know this can work on some people, but ought to see in which ones). I think that in general, that reflection of you into the female’s eyes has to show you a part of your new coming life. Something like seeing the future, just as you thought you've seen a vision from the future in which Ardent was in danger in the illusionary wall’s tale that you told me. I.e. see yourself with the ideal girl inside a peaceful farm’s shack surrounded by yellow wheat ears at the orange light of sunset. Colored tablecloths in checkered of red and white. A tray full of purple grapes. Freshly baked breads. And a woman, in the distance, scattered among the shadows of the evening, in front of the kitchen’s desk, preparing dinner of roast venison with leeks and fresh sliced tomatoes. You’re sitting in a chair. She’s cooking. You’re looking at that woman's amazing legs till the last. She’s cooking. Then she is. She is the chosen one because of her legs, her chest and her eyes. And that’s all.

    Maybe the last part was a so human vision of a desire. But I bet you can translate those human feelings to elven feelings. But, again, this is just what bard says, pure theory. Hope it works to you somehow. See you around, bud.

    Chewing his lip in thought, Jin eventually decided the words were worth keeping. He worked his way to his tree and began to dig at the soft earth hidden by an exposed root…