He took to the villagers life style well, fishing wasn’t exactly something he “did for fun” as the locals did, but he would indulge their interest for as long as he needed. He only ever found himself fishing for the means of survival. Yet he presented himself socially and lively towards the young ones who seemed to take the outmost curiosity in their strange rescue. He would occasionally treat them to an exciting tale of his voyages at sea. Erum’s stay in the village had only been a few days and unknowingly to everyone living there; a force was moving in their direction that will reveal a darker nature to lands home to the fisher village..
This temporary concludes small post for my lovely short. The next few post shall be the actual beginning (maybe a little after the initial beginning) but it will show in better detail what strange forces are moving against. And you all shall bare witness to a view changing secret about our stranger Erum.
Rumor took no time to become fact from fiction amongst the villagers; all believing the mans story. After he was fed and appeared himself able; Erum, our shipwrecked survivor, told his tale. He was a simple man of trade who was tricked into going to the North Lands by a fellow tradesmen. The North Lands were hostile but offer good profit but it was also the homeland of fearsome raiders. His boat and crew were attacked at sea; being intercepted by one of these raider ships. He was lost at sea during the fight; rather to give his life to the merciless sea than become a raiders prize. He lost count of days. He soon became delirious from lack of food and water while he was adrift at sea. Erum sold them a story that he had lost all hope in holding onto life until the fisherman and his sons found him washed up on the shoreline. The village people drank in his story like water and believed it with eminence satisfaction.
Who knows whether or not his story is true? Maybe it did happen and the events are just misleading to make Erum look like the victim. Maybe he was the raider who lead an attempt to take a traders vessel and was defeated. Traders at this time were no mere commoners; the Northmen of all trades know their way around a sword or an axe. Or maybe he made it up entirely? It’s hard to tell with how simply the majority of people thought during these times. Everyone was always up for a good story; not knowing if it were to be true or not? More shall be revealed at it continues to boil up in my mind.
The villagers gathered outside the hut which homed their sea washed survivor. They are anxiously awaiting for knowledge of how his story would be told. Inside the hut a man who lived there, along with his wife and two daughters, sat nervously trying to communicate with the stranger who got lost at sea. The stranger slowly gathered the local dialect as if he had spoke it many times before; this instantly surprised the Man responsible for looking after him. The stranger did not seem as nervous as the family, for unknowingly to them and no regard to their hospitality, he didn’t feel they could cause him any harm. He answered the first of many questions to come “My name is Erum.”
The name is final, our stranger is officially Erum(e-rum). A simple name, but is this a simple man? His story has yet to be told, but will there be much to it for someone to believe it as truth. The most tactical thing for anyone is appearing to be a stranger in a familiar land. Could this explain why he picks up the language so quickly? Unknowingly to you this story is heading down a mind inspiring path and I hope to keep your interest.
The ship wrecked survivor awakes with a sudden contraction of his muscles, snapping him upright into a sitting position. His mind races as he looks around the room, quickly taking in his surroundings. He had been resting in what he gathered was a Hut and it was composed of wooden walls with a hay filled ceiling. He felt comfortable in the room full of warmth originating from a radiant fire pit. He was safe he thought, at least for now.
This characters personality is still in development but I’m pretty solid on where he will stand on some tough decisions he will have to make in the story to come. But my main master piece is keeping the story interesting without revealing some mind blowing information. Inspiration is always a motivating factory in compiling a story so I hope I keep this moving along smoothly as it has been.
The ship wrecked barbarian lays peaceably on his back; feeling the warmth radiating from a fire that his senses are warning him is close by. His body tells him to wake; he is no longer in a familiar setting and his mind is preparing for what it might see when he does. Meanwhile these simple fishers had bandaged his wounds and draped him in dry clothing. News of travelers usually travels fast in the place he has washed up in but bent on curiosity and caution behind their shipwrecked survivor, the villagers have kept it their own little secret. Is there more to this man; is he a man of peace that wished to trade goods for an honest living or is he a murderous raider bent of acts of barbarianism? They hope to find out.
My vision is continuing on to this: a man without visual purpose doesn’t mean he hasn’t a hidden agenda. That he does but how will he go about it I’m not sure. This is just me brain storming a plot while playing the story like a movie scene by scene as it unfolds in my head (giving out a taste). Wouldn’t you like to know how it develops more? I would, so let my mind wonder as it must.
So idea has been brewing up in my mind lately or kicking it old school in the good old medieval days or a time frame such as that.
My vision is a man being washed up on a beach near a fisher village and some of the locales find him and bring him ashore. He is ragged, half alive and reeks of salty sea water. He has a rugged look like a barbarian raider, maybe he is ship wreck, and speaks a foreign language when he wakes up, but he quickly picks up on local dialect. He presents himself mysteriously as a fast learner and kind of a innocent traveler that was on a trade ship, or a raider ship (haven’t decided). But the mystery behind this character will build as near its climactical moment where a new agenda is reveals. I’m trying to decide whether to show more of this mana human side or make him as mysterious as possible to where it blows the readers mind.