Articulate Smooth Audiobook Narration - Fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)Transcript
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Penta strolled through the grasslands, the Golden City shining brightly on the horizon. His hand instinctively found the back of his neck scratching halfheartedly at a dry scaly patch of skin that had been bothering him for the past few days. Starting just below his left ear. This patch was difficult to see since his armor was too scuffed to serve as a mirror and he had yet to find any water still enough on his track to serve much better. The patch that had been no bigger than his fingertip when he awoke the morning after his encounter with the Great wolf was now the size of his spread hand with tendrils reaching down to envelop his shoulder more than once that day. The shifting of his armor strap caused him to pull loose a section of skin that had peeled as the condition spread. The grasslands south of the Golden City contained primarily plains with a few rolling hills. It was mostly devoid of farms though PTIs stopped at a few during his trek when the inhabitants were so kind as to put him up more than a few, however, caught sight of his new skin malady and treated him as a pariah or would only put him up in their barn or stable. Others turned him away because he barely spoke their language and the communication barrier was simply too great for the weary knight to overcome with gestures alone with his ripped clothing and battered armor. In addition to his health condition, it was hardly surprising that they did not want him near their family or their crops as the days were on. And the patch grew PTIs found himself afflicted with a ravenous hunger that only continued to grow while staying with one of the kinder families, he noticed the concerned glances his hosts exchanged as he ate far more than his share, but they were either too polite or terrified to speak up. The father of the family, a man by the name of Joseph with a carew worn face seemed to touch, too eager to hurry him out the door as the night continued on his journey west. Now, as he approached the outskirts of the city, PTI grew ever more concerned, his eyesight was beginning to fade. His vision becoming dimmer despite plentiful daylight and a lack of cloud cover alter still was that he was still able to find his way around without much trouble. Although he found himself easily distracted by the sudden movement of small fauna.