Arrival of the Caravan

Another day passed quickly as George stayed out of town in the forest to avoid Valerie. Continuing to practice his abilities throughout the night. 'Status'

*Name: George Zilar

Titles: Watched Over

System: The Force

Str: 23

Dex: 21

Con: 20

Int: 21

Wis: 24

Chr: 20

DSP: 9

LSP: 6

HP: 175

Force Exhaustion: 200/200

Powers (Active): [Force Speed Lvl 7] [Force Body Lvl 5] [Shatterpoint Lvl 9] [Force Lightning Master (Lvl Max)] [Force Push Lvl 2] [Force Grip Lvl 5]

Powers (Passive): [Force Originator Lvl 5] [Force sense Lvl 8] [Electricity Immunity] [Force Meditation: Variant: Heji tal]

Items: None*

George nodded at the progress of his DSP, He could feel something happening as he boldly approached 10. He was not sure what was happening but he could feel himself growing stronger and more confident. He could feel his powers growing and with it his ability to not be stepped on. His [Force Grip] and [Shatterpoint] have been making good progress, each level the strength would increase and the cost would lower.

With a nod, he looked up and saw it was almost noon time. The caravan would soon be arriving and with it the first step to his future. He began to walk out of the clearing, behind him a large hill forty feet tall and 60 feet wide, but this hill was not natural. A closer look would show a liquid flowing down and around this hill, an even closer look would show that it was made up of crushed and destroyed flesh, bone and fur. Thousands of animals had been killed and ripped apart to form such a thing.

As George weaved through the trees that made up the forest it was quiet, Deathly quiet. There were no animals left in the area, every living thing had been killed. All those thousands of lives wiped out for the sole reason of a single man's strength.

After the peaceful walk through the forest, George looked out and saw that the caravan had arrived. Hundreds upon hundreds of wagons trailing off into the horizon and even more people, all of them eager to sell and buy what they could on the way to the capitol. Every last one of them either on a pilgrimage just like George or just greedy merchants wanting to become rich selling goods in the holy grail of the plane, the Capitol Auction house.

Quickly he jogged toward his home. As he approached the caravan he saw all the sizes and shapes of people. Some flew through the air, other had features of animals such as ears and tails, others were giants, towering over all others. As with all things that involved such a large variance in people from so far away the cultures and clothing widely varied as well, From brightly colored silk to darkly dyed cotton and even a few made of nothing but leaves and roots.

George was fascinated with all the variety of things that he was seeing for the first time. In his hurry and fascination, he ran into a large man with long tusks protruding from his mouth. The man was covered in short wiry hair which hid large solid muscles underneath. With a snort, the man stared down George. But seeing George not flinching at his glare nor being knocked to far back when he ran into him nodded. "Not bad kid. Just watch where you are going." The large man said before turning back to his conversation partners.

With a nod, George slowed down to take in all the sights and sounds that surrounded him. People talking and laughing as they sat around waiting for the caravan to continue on its journey after its business finished here. After a few minutes of walking, he broke free from the crowded area.

He picked up his pace and headed to his home, donning his leather armor and his shortsword at his side he finished his final item check and slung the backpack onto his back before proceeding to out the door. He walked toward the center of town were the caravan's lead merchants were allowed to set up stalls and quickly noticed Ace haggling with a very short man with a long beard over some sort of statue.

"Look, I told you. I will not pay more than 20 credits!" Ace shouted at the man.

"And I told you I will not sell this for less than 25!" The man replied with as much fervor.

"Look here you short little... Ah, George there you are!" Ace switched mid-sentence as he finally noticed George.

"Hey, Ace. Whats going on here?"

"Nothing but a bit of friendly haggling with an old friend." Ace said as he shot a anger filled glance at the merchant, who immediately shot back the same look as literal sparks began to form in the air from their gazes. "I will be back to deal with you! I just have to get the boy settled into the caravan"

"Ah, so this is the new member headed on the pilgrimage." The merchant looked up at George, sizing the boy up. "Looks to be a sturdy one, He will do fine. I would recommend you join up with the thirty-first section. They are in charge of security for sections thirty-two up to forty. Will be a good chance for him to interact with some good people and gain experience in security."

"Thanks for the advice old friend. I will go introduce him to the Caravan master." With a nod, Ace began to walk toward the front of the caravan. "Come George. And don't you dare sell that statue. I will be back."