Most beautiful lady of Enoch
The most beautiful woman I have ever seen I caught glimpse of in the market a few days ago. She had long straight hair black as night. Her skin was smooth as silk and the color of pale eggshells. Her figure was overall petite, but shapely, with a busom disproportionate to her stature and overall weight. Her buttocks was firm and strong in appearance. Her lips she kept ruby red and her dark greed eyes pierced the soul of those she glanced upon. She moved with feline grace and poise.
Awkward Movements Burlesque Competition
After many failed attempts at winning the title of most awkward display, I knew I had a winner. They key, as it were, was to do everything backwards, including my clothing. I wore mismatched shoes, with one being of high heel and the other flat. My underwear was not only backwards but I wore my top for a bottom and my bottom for a top! The brassiere was one of Lady Fluke's I pilfered swiftly. It more than covered my sorry bottom, and the under breeches I wore as shirt with my head coming out the flap one uses to relieve oneself. I nearly tripped as I came out and did a spectacularly terrible spin, nearly setting fire to the stage. It was then I knew I'd won!
Sneaky Snake Burlesque Competition
Snakes have never bothered me, though right spaces make me uncomfortable. Although the vermin are numerous, I did not find myself fearing their presence for thine own sake. However, though I did don protections many and bound my clothing well, the serpents did slither and crawl I to places most uncomfortable. Thus I was able to outlast my peckish and most cowardly competitions and at last become victorious.
T'was the first time I encountered a Bat Swarm. I live to tell about it because I won that battle.
Mysterious Person at the Tavern
I found myself accompanied by a stranger as I entered the town tavern to pass the rest of my day. It seems this fellow, a hobbit with a scarred face and deep set eyes, wanted to discuss my future. His stature was average, for a hobbit, and the extra tall stool he sat upon caused him so seem no different than I. His black and tangled hair peeked out from under his greyed hood. With yellowed teeth, but pleasant voice he spoke of his unnamed paton's hope for me. My care towards my fellows and my keen mind piqued their interest. That they knew of my greater notions was no large surprise, as there are many who seek to be Ruler of Kings.
He queried me on my ambitions and sought to pierce my inner drives and make them evident. He quizzed me on philosophy, culture, language, and more mundane things as my thoughts on crops. We spoke of governments, aristocrats and peasants. It seemed we chatted about everything and everything. Some questions superficial, some deep. He asked not that I divulge my secrets, though in truth I have few.
On magic, my mind has already been spoken. I believe in its application broadly, but monitored, and for the betterment of all. That crops should be more plentiful, fortifications strong, and that none should want for basic needs.
This bled into my hopes for government and how to be a king. For both my magical intent as well as desire to lead do intertwine. He seemed approving of all I said, though I know not if it was out of truth or supplication. Thus, I continued when he asked of my religion.
Of Shana, my goddess of goodliness I did proclaim. One of self improvement and of generosity. I swore not to force her dogma upon others, but to promote her merits whenever able that others might convert spontaneously.
Next, we spoke of peasantry and aristocracy. That classes and their divergence exists, I must allow, for people will always find reason to feel better than each other. Despite this, we spoke of how to prevent those with less from becoming oppressed by those with more.
He next queried me on my pleasures. I suppose to try and find some vice within me. My joys are simple, for while wine and food do please me, I have no need of extravagant feasts or overly exotic liquor. Not do I desire rare perfumes or invents. Comfort is of great import, but I do not require overt opulence.
When all was said, he seemed as pleased as when he found me. Before he left, I asked his name, and he just smiled and shook his head. I asked of his patron and again a from and a finger to the side of his nose. It seemed I was not yet to know that either. He asked me what I needed most and that, I truthfully did not know. Experience, gold, connections, better lodgings, my list seemed endless, though I tried to seem thankful for whatever boon they saw fit to offer. When he left I thanked him and was left pondering my own thoughts.
Now that I have attained Level 2 among my people, ye shall see a more powerful Enoch than otherwise might have been known.
Breath of life comes to Enoch the Wizard. Mine aim is to be Ruler of Kings and yet I have suffered defeats for the 3rd time much to mine surprised. I am not in a mythology yet I have become it.