This is a new mini-series of stories I'll be posting to my company's Twitter account (@questingheroes). It's just something I'm trying out...a different style of writing and storytelling...through a specific character. We'll see how it goes. I'm planning to post a new story every few days, but at least once a week. Again...we'll see how it goes.
Here is the first. I'll try to remember to post them here as I post them to twitter, but if you have a twitter account, you can see them there, for sure.
Enjoy.
Archibald Taylor, Grand Storyteller and Gossiper
Young Men Tracking In The Snow
Ah, well, I was in Roseran these last two weeks. Winter is here, of course. It's been snowing the last two weeks, and the ground is thick with cold, white, goodness. The young boys of Roseran, all of those who are becoming young men this year, they were all out practicing and honing their hunting skills. This is something very important for young boys to do, to learn to hunt and to be able to fend for themselves and for their families. So, they were out practicing and learning. And some of them were getting very excited and happy about how their practice was coming along, because they were finding the tracks of rabbits and squirrels. They would find the tracks in the snow and they were quite proud of themselves for doing so. They should be proud of themselves, of course. Even if they were finding tracks in the snow, that is still something to be proud of, and as we know, it is very important for the young boys to learn how to hunt and track down animals. They should be able to do that anytime, and winter is part of that anytime. So yes, they should be proud of themselves, and they were.
It was nice to see the young boys and young men get so excited about their tracking, but it was even more fun to watch and hear about the old men, because...because some of the older hunters were out the with the boys, teaching them and coaching them. And we all know that they were just playing along, of course, helping the boys and young men get excited about what they were learning and what they were practicing. But it was fun to watch the older hunters get excited about finding the tracks in the snow, as well.
Because, you see, the older hunters, to help the young men get excited about finding the tracks, would get excited about finding the tracks, as well, and they would hop up and down and hoot and holler, just like the young boys and young men. And it was fun to see them do that, jumping up and down and hollering like children, like they were.
It wasn't all fun, though, watching the old hunters jump up and down. One old hunter, Keelen Tarness, well, he was out there jumping up and down and hooting and hollering with his grandson and his grand-nephews, and he wasn't watching where he was jumping. Well, he happened to land on a small bit of ice under the snow and, well, down he went. Luckily, his daughter-in-law is a capable healer, and Keelen was rushed over to her house - his grand-nephews dragged him through the snow on a makeshift sled they threw together - and she was able to heal his broken arm. He'll be just fine, but the other old hunters will never let him forget about the day he fell down in the snow, acting like a child. Never mind that the rest of them were acting like children, too. They didn't fall down, though, and that's what matters, after all.