Ugh, My mood just hit rock bottom for some bloody reason. Don't know why, but I feel like i just want to lay down and don't get up for a week...
Today has been a good day. Spend some time with my family, since my mother had her birthday today. Really enjoyed myself. Good food, good people and just a over-all good time. Yet as soon as i got home and the darkness of the night snuck close i started feeling down, as if all my energy and happyness had been suck away.
Argh, I hate this feeling. Hopefully tomorrow brings a better day.
Bobbo, over and out.
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Ughhhh, my head -_- Yesterday really wasn't worth it at all.... atleast not after i started consuming that damn alcohole. Was a nice enough time at the bar, I meet a few new souls and a few old ones, but over all I still don't think it was worth how I'm feeling now.
Note to self: Never pass your limit again, ever.
Today: Just gonna try and recover from yesterday... ain't gonna get any writing done today either, seeing as my head is about to blow. Probably just buy myself a pizza, stay home and play games and just be lazy for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow: School again, can't complain really. I can start training again though, which is wonderful. I've been feeling like a sack of potatoes the entire week, really need to work out again!
Thought of the day: It ain't worth it chaps, it just ain't.
Bobbo, up and down!
Note to self: Never pass your limit again, ever.
Today: Just gonna try and recover from yesterday... ain't gonna get any writing done today either, seeing as my head is about to blow. Probably just buy myself a pizza, stay home and play games and just be lazy for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow: School again, can't complain really. I can start training again though, which is wonderful. I've been feeling like a sack of potatoes the entire week, really need to work out again!
Thought of the day: It ain't worth it chaps, it just ain't.
Bobbo, up and down!
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Chapter one
A happy life
Winter had arrived late this year, yet even so the snow and ice lay heavy upon the land, covering everything in a cold, white blanket. The day was still young, yet the hard working people of Goldbrook was already going about their business.
The only place that seemed to still sleep was the town inn, The Drunken Sparrow. It wasn't the biggest, nor the finest inn in the land, yet it still had an inviting feel to it, probably because of the friendly attitude of the family that took care of it. The main hall was big enough to contain about fifty large men, With round tables and chairs filling it. A large fireplace roared in a corner, the red flames dancing and licking the dry wood within it.
Only two souls were in the room, the first belonging to a young woman, about twenty five years old, with long blond hair and blue eyes. She was short, with a curvy body that made most males gaze with longing eyes as she passed by. She wore a black and white dress, stained and worn from the many days working. Her name, was Kadra Fedelhelm, the owner of the tavern. The other soul in the room was her seven year old son, whom satt before the fireplace, a little wooden bear clutched in his palm.
He was a short boy, with dirty black hair which curled itseld down behind his ears. His light blue eyes stared at the fireplace, studying the mythical dance of the flames.
"Nathall, could you please go upstairs and wake Mister Grumblenose?" His mothers voice starteled the boy for a short moment, before her turned to her with a smile and nodded.
"Yes, Mother" He answered and darted up the stairs leading from the main room to the bedrooms.
She smiled as she watched him head off. He was a good boy, that always did what he was told. Perhaps not as curious as most children his age, neither as wild or playful. Yet the boy had a burning passion for the few things that caught his attention. As was the case with the Dunderian blacksmith Rumblenose, whom had been staying at the tavern for several weeks now. Nathall would ask the old man about this and that, seeping up any words he would get out of the Dunderian like a thristy dog.
Hurrying down the dark corridor, Nathall clutched the wooden bear in his palm. As he reached the heavy door, furthest down the corridor that lead into Mister Rumblenose's room, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath and even his courage. Nathall found the old man interesting and frightening at the same time. His arms were bigger then any other man Nathall had meet. His hands were strong enough to sqeeze the life out a horse and his fierce beard was unmatched in the village. Raising a small fist towards the door, Nathall closed his eyes and hit it hard three times.
"Yeah ? Who is it ?" A deep voice muttered from the inside.
"It's Nathall, Mister Rumblenose." The young boy answered with a almost mouselike voice. "Mother told me to wake you up... I think breakfast is done."
"Say what ?" Said the same voice again.
Nathall took a deep breath and tried again. "Breakfast is soon done, sir." His voice a bit louder this time.
"Come again ?" Rumblenose answered, slight annoyance appearing in his voice.
"Breakfast is ready, sir. Mother told me to wake you up." Nathall said, even louder this time.
"Speak like a man or get away from me door, ye damn git!" Roared Rumblenose from the other side, his short temper flaring.
"BREAKFAST IS DONE!" Nathall roared out in one last attempt to get through to the old man. His voice however, did not only reach the old man, but also the rest of the inn. A loud grumble went through the entire building as nearly every guest in the house awoke to the loud shout of the young boy. Doors flung open and tired eyes gazed out, only to see a seven year old boy, clutching a wooden bear in his hand. His face as red as a tomato.
"Well, Why didn't ya just say so ? No need to shout it out" Rumblenose said as he opened the door. A small grin on his face.
Rumblenose, a Dunderian blacksmith, was tall by his own peoples measures, yet short by human measures. He barely reached a head above the short seven year old boy. He had, like most other Dunderians a mighty beard, as well as burly hair and thick eyebrows, all in flaming red. He wore a blacksmiths apron, which a small hammer hanging from his belt. Like most Dunderians, his skin was dark brown, almost black. His eyes were dim and red from the many years before the fire, arms wide and strong from the many strikes against the anvil. His breath was often a mix of smoke and alcohol.
"Let's go then, lad." He said and walked passed Nathall, who was still clutching the bear and standing, almost frozen in place. Shame can do alot of people, Rumblenose though with an amused smile and looked over his shoulder at the boy.
"C'mon now lad, I'll tell ye all about the battle i had with an ogre!" He said and the boy, as if he was finally free from his clutches, turned around and hurried to the Dunderians side, a wide smile on his face.
"Really ? You fought a ogre ?!" Nathall asked, excited. Rumblenose only smiled as he started telling the tale.
"Well ye see, it was a few years back, I was still working as a mercenary and me..." He continued on as they walked down into the main room and took a seat near the fireplace, Nathall looking at Rumblenose and taking in every piece of the story.
Watching them from the kitchen, was Kadra, who had a pleased smiled paced on her face. She couldn't help but to smile everytime she saw her son so happy. For some reason the entire room seemed to shine up when that boy smiled. She wasn't the only one that though so. Most people whom arrived at the tavern asked who that silent boy in the corner always was, why he seemed to sad or lonely. But that was just the first impression of him. In reality Nathall was a kind and social boy, just as long as you talked to him. The same people that commented on him being alone, often left with the words. "We're gonna miss that wonderful smile of his." Some, like Rumblenose, Often returned with stories to tell the young boy, just to watch him smile.
Yet even as she watched him smile, Kadra couldn't help but to feel sorry for her young son. For all the praise and attention he gave nearly any visitor that dared talk to him, his mind was always filled with thoughts of his father. A father that had, when the boy was five years old, become a mercenary and decided to travel the world. Behind him he had left his home, a wife, a five year old son and two year old daughter. No-one knew why he had left, nor where he had gone. Yet Kadra knew her husband and he wouldn't leave if it was not with a very good reason. Whatever the reason was, Kadra was sure that he would return one day.
"Mommy..." A tired voice spoke, pulling Kadra from her thoughts. "Mommy... Where is brother ?" A small girls voice spoke. Kadra turned her eyes down and gave the little girl on the floor a wide smile. Before her sat a small girl, about four years old. Her blue eyes and blond hair was just like Kadra's own. Small arms reached demanding towards Kadra. She leaned down and took the small girl in her arms, smiling a bit widder and holding the child close.
"Morning Kathy, slept well ?" She asked the little girl and placed a finger on her nose. Kathy was Kadra's second child and Nathall's younger sister. Only four years old, she had little memory of the lost father that Nathall waited for. Then again Kathy was but a child, hardly able to walk on her own. The only thing she missed these days were her brother, who she looked up to.
The little girl looked at Kadra's finger and grapped it with a happy giggle. Kadra smiled and turned her attention to the food again, holding Kathy with her left hand and mixing the stew with her right. She took a quick gaze around the kitchen. For a tavern kitchen, it was rather small, but it contained all the things they would need to prepare and cook food. More then often Kadra found herself in the kitchen while Nathall helped out by clearing out the dirty pots and plates.
"Where is Brother ?" Kathy asked again as she looked down into the pot her mother was stirring. The little girl was sucking on one of her thumbs.
"He's just outside with Rumblenose." Kadra said and slowly let the child slide to the ground.
Giving the pot one last glance, Kathy took off on her small legs towards her brother, raising her hands out and calling her brother.
"Brother! Brother!" Kathy shouted as she came forth to her brother. Rumblenose made a pause in his story and Nathall turned to his sister, giving her a bright smile and lifting her up into his lap.
"Shhh Kathy, Mister Rumblenose is telling a story, let's listen together" He said and turned his attention back to Rumblenose, whom slowly started to tell his tale again, now with two young souls listening. Kathy seemed a bit annoyed that she was shushed at, but soon forgot that as she listened to Rumblenose's story. Kadra laughted softly and turned her full attention to the food. Today was going to be a busy day.
Copyright © Robin Henriksson
A happy life
Winter had arrived late this year, yet even so the snow and ice lay heavy upon the land, covering everything in a cold, white blanket. The day was still young, yet the hard working people of Goldbrook was already going about their business.
The only place that seemed to still sleep was the town inn, The Drunken Sparrow. It wasn't the biggest, nor the finest inn in the land, yet it still had an inviting feel to it, probably because of the friendly attitude of the family that took care of it. The main hall was big enough to contain about fifty large men, With round tables and chairs filling it. A large fireplace roared in a corner, the red flames dancing and licking the dry wood within it.
Only two souls were in the room, the first belonging to a young woman, about twenty five years old, with long blond hair and blue eyes. She was short, with a curvy body that made most males gaze with longing eyes as she passed by. She wore a black and white dress, stained and worn from the many days working. Her name, was Kadra Fedelhelm, the owner of the tavern. The other soul in the room was her seven year old son, whom satt before the fireplace, a little wooden bear clutched in his palm.
He was a short boy, with dirty black hair which curled itseld down behind his ears. His light blue eyes stared at the fireplace, studying the mythical dance of the flames.
"Nathall, could you please go upstairs and wake Mister Grumblenose?" His mothers voice starteled the boy for a short moment, before her turned to her with a smile and nodded.
"Yes, Mother" He answered and darted up the stairs leading from the main room to the bedrooms.
She smiled as she watched him head off. He was a good boy, that always did what he was told. Perhaps not as curious as most children his age, neither as wild or playful. Yet the boy had a burning passion for the few things that caught his attention. As was the case with the Dunderian blacksmith Rumblenose, whom had been staying at the tavern for several weeks now. Nathall would ask the old man about this and that, seeping up any words he would get out of the Dunderian like a thristy dog.
Hurrying down the dark corridor, Nathall clutched the wooden bear in his palm. As he reached the heavy door, furthest down the corridor that lead into Mister Rumblenose's room, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath and even his courage. Nathall found the old man interesting and frightening at the same time. His arms were bigger then any other man Nathall had meet. His hands were strong enough to sqeeze the life out a horse and his fierce beard was unmatched in the village. Raising a small fist towards the door, Nathall closed his eyes and hit it hard three times.
"Yeah ? Who is it ?" A deep voice muttered from the inside.
"It's Nathall, Mister Rumblenose." The young boy answered with a almost mouselike voice. "Mother told me to wake you up... I think breakfast is done."
"Say what ?" Said the same voice again.
Nathall took a deep breath and tried again. "Breakfast is soon done, sir." His voice a bit louder this time.
"Come again ?" Rumblenose answered, slight annoyance appearing in his voice.
"Breakfast is ready, sir. Mother told me to wake you up." Nathall said, even louder this time.
"Speak like a man or get away from me door, ye damn git!" Roared Rumblenose from the other side, his short temper flaring.
"BREAKFAST IS DONE!" Nathall roared out in one last attempt to get through to the old man. His voice however, did not only reach the old man, but also the rest of the inn. A loud grumble went through the entire building as nearly every guest in the house awoke to the loud shout of the young boy. Doors flung open and tired eyes gazed out, only to see a seven year old boy, clutching a wooden bear in his hand. His face as red as a tomato.
"Well, Why didn't ya just say so ? No need to shout it out" Rumblenose said as he opened the door. A small grin on his face.
Rumblenose, a Dunderian blacksmith, was tall by his own peoples measures, yet short by human measures. He barely reached a head above the short seven year old boy. He had, like most other Dunderians a mighty beard, as well as burly hair and thick eyebrows, all in flaming red. He wore a blacksmiths apron, which a small hammer hanging from his belt. Like most Dunderians, his skin was dark brown, almost black. His eyes were dim and red from the many years before the fire, arms wide and strong from the many strikes against the anvil. His breath was often a mix of smoke and alcohol.
"Let's go then, lad." He said and walked passed Nathall, who was still clutching the bear and standing, almost frozen in place. Shame can do alot of people, Rumblenose though with an amused smile and looked over his shoulder at the boy.
"C'mon now lad, I'll tell ye all about the battle i had with an ogre!" He said and the boy, as if he was finally free from his clutches, turned around and hurried to the Dunderians side, a wide smile on his face.
"Really ? You fought a ogre ?!" Nathall asked, excited. Rumblenose only smiled as he started telling the tale.
"Well ye see, it was a few years back, I was still working as a mercenary and me..." He continued on as they walked down into the main room and took a seat near the fireplace, Nathall looking at Rumblenose and taking in every piece of the story.
Watching them from the kitchen, was Kadra, who had a pleased smiled paced on her face. She couldn't help but to smile everytime she saw her son so happy. For some reason the entire room seemed to shine up when that boy smiled. She wasn't the only one that though so. Most people whom arrived at the tavern asked who that silent boy in the corner always was, why he seemed to sad or lonely. But that was just the first impression of him. In reality Nathall was a kind and social boy, just as long as you talked to him. The same people that commented on him being alone, often left with the words. "We're gonna miss that wonderful smile of his." Some, like Rumblenose, Often returned with stories to tell the young boy, just to watch him smile.
Yet even as she watched him smile, Kadra couldn't help but to feel sorry for her young son. For all the praise and attention he gave nearly any visitor that dared talk to him, his mind was always filled with thoughts of his father. A father that had, when the boy was five years old, become a mercenary and decided to travel the world. Behind him he had left his home, a wife, a five year old son and two year old daughter. No-one knew why he had left, nor where he had gone. Yet Kadra knew her husband and he wouldn't leave if it was not with a very good reason. Whatever the reason was, Kadra was sure that he would return one day.
"Mommy..." A tired voice spoke, pulling Kadra from her thoughts. "Mommy... Where is brother ?" A small girls voice spoke. Kadra turned her eyes down and gave the little girl on the floor a wide smile. Before her sat a small girl, about four years old. Her blue eyes and blond hair was just like Kadra's own. Small arms reached demanding towards Kadra. She leaned down and took the small girl in her arms, smiling a bit widder and holding the child close.
"Morning Kathy, slept well ?" She asked the little girl and placed a finger on her nose. Kathy was Kadra's second child and Nathall's younger sister. Only four years old, she had little memory of the lost father that Nathall waited for. Then again Kathy was but a child, hardly able to walk on her own. The only thing she missed these days were her brother, who she looked up to.
The little girl looked at Kadra's finger and grapped it with a happy giggle. Kadra smiled and turned her attention to the food again, holding Kathy with her left hand and mixing the stew with her right. She took a quick gaze around the kitchen. For a tavern kitchen, it was rather small, but it contained all the things they would need to prepare and cook food. More then often Kadra found herself in the kitchen while Nathall helped out by clearing out the dirty pots and plates.
"Where is Brother ?" Kathy asked again as she looked down into the pot her mother was stirring. The little girl was sucking on one of her thumbs.
"He's just outside with Rumblenose." Kadra said and slowly let the child slide to the ground.
Giving the pot one last glance, Kathy took off on her small legs towards her brother, raising her hands out and calling her brother.
"Brother! Brother!" Kathy shouted as she came forth to her brother. Rumblenose made a pause in his story and Nathall turned to his sister, giving her a bright smile and lifting her up into his lap.
"Shhh Kathy, Mister Rumblenose is telling a story, let's listen together" He said and turned his attention back to Rumblenose, whom slowly started to tell his tale again, now with two young souls listening. Kathy seemed a bit annoyed that she was shushed at, but soon forgot that as she listened to Rumblenose's story. Kadra laughted softly and turned her full attention to the food. Today was going to be a busy day.
Copyright © Robin Henriksson
Friday, 25 September 2009
So, time to get this old baby rolling yet again.
Been a while since i made a serious attempt at blogging, but with my upcoming story that I'm writing along with the need to have someplace to spew out my thoughts on, I'm reviving this old blogg.
Today: Haven't had much time to write at all today, been pretty damn busy all day. Today turned in a Lazy-males-only night at my apartment, with me, Pär and David enjoying some good food, a hearty talk and some Rockbands. Had some wonderful times chatting with peoples as well.
Tomorrow: I've got writing to do as well as a concert to head to at about 19:30 here in town, looks like its gonna be a good night as well, but we'll see.
Thought of the day: People are so damn different from eachother...
Bobbo out!
Been a while since i made a serious attempt at blogging, but with my upcoming story that I'm writing along with the need to have someplace to spew out my thoughts on, I'm reviving this old blogg.
Today: Haven't had much time to write at all today, been pretty damn busy all day. Today turned in a Lazy-males-only night at my apartment, with me, Pär and David enjoying some good food, a hearty talk and some Rockbands. Had some wonderful times chatting with peoples as well.
Tomorrow: I've got writing to do as well as a concert to head to at about 19:30 here in town, looks like its gonna be a good night as well, but we'll see.
Thought of the day: People are so damn different from eachother...
Bobbo out!
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