An Onion

Fooser · Post by **Fooser** » Wed Mar 09, 2005 3:01 am

The feeling of frustration and waste had been increasing every day during the week, Fooser felt as if he needed to go somewhere else for a while. A random decision, but one he made, and had to stick to. Him and his friend Pendar went to the dock, where many of his other friends had left in his time. After a brief conversation they got to the end.

"These bad feelings you have..."
"Aye."
"Whenever you feel these feelings have become reality, will you do something for me?"
"Of course, anything."
"Throw this as hard as you can into the water. Who knows what might happen..."

He handed him the onion, then turned to dive into the water.

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Thu Mar 10, 2005 4:38 am

Incase any of you didnt know, fooser has left us. His dearest friend pendar has been givin the prize winning onion. I felt this reply was needed. I would like it to be the last one.

Nilo · Post by **Nilo** » Thu Mar 10, 2005 4:42 am

We should build a shrine in honor of him.

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Thu Mar 10, 2005 4:45 am

If you wanted to put a cross in the middle of a farm. May teh farm be rich in onions.

Pendar · Post by **Pendar** » Thu Mar 10, 2005 7:01 pm

"Who knows what might happen..."
"Before another word could be shared he was gone, So many words hung in the air unsaid but is that not always the way with goodbyes. Pendar sat down hard on the dock and pockted the onion with a half hearted chuckle even though he felt no mirth. Uncorking the beer his friend had handed him moments before he poured half of it into the water and muttered a few words asking for his friends safe passage and continued happiness.
The weight upon his heart seemed crushing,the world was changeing to fast and it seemed to be closeing in on him till it would simply roll over him and mill him under. Finishing the dreggs of the beer he stood and discared the bottle and turned and headed for town.
Simple words echoed in his head, Little changes for when is a man ever truly not alone, but damint all i will miss that lizard"

Fooser · Post by **Fooser** » Fri Mar 11, 2005 2:14 am

He held the letter in his hand as he took a rest on a dry island with no inhabitants. A hearing to have him allowed to return to his old home, Lizardom. One of the larger groups of lizards. He remembered everything leading up to his removal from there. After resting for a little while he dove back into the water and began slowly descending under. He eventually came to a place with bluish underwater structures, some of them so tall they reached the water, and above it. This was it.

The lizards here were quite civilized, with a governing lizard and assistants, along with a strong presence of the Zelphia temple in the city itself, a place he worked in for a short time. The same temple building was used as a type of courtroom for the lizards of the city. This is where they would hear his case.

It was brief and painful. They brought back old and bad memories, along with some of the rumors they heard of his past behavior in his newer home, Trollsbane. They ripped at his character and his past. This couldn't be happening, he was prepared to leave, he told his friends he was leaving, and then he comes back and they strike him down and humiliate him. He picked up his bag, and was removed from the city area by a pair of temple guards, who trailed behind him as he swam back.

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Fri Mar 11, 2005 3:48 am

The return of Fooser brought great joy to the city of Trollsbane. As he decended onto the dock, Pendar was nearby. A warm greeting was followed by a massive greeting from the community. A celebration with talking tables, wine storage, and fireplaces resulted in a huge sucess.

How ever the day was short to end with a fight between Byron and Nilo, that resulted in a larger fight between the community, and Grof"