08-30-2007, 10:39 PM
You approach a human youngman in a tavern. His clothes are that of a weary traveller, and his big eyes are of dark brown color; his unwashed and somewhat long hair is of a deep black color and his skin is quited tanned. When asked about his origins, he looks at you...
*sips a cup of ale*
Well...
*sips his cup of ale again
I was born and grown in -- Oh, blast me for being an uneducated fool! My name is Jerek Stormgard. But, shhh! Don't go saying my name out loud! I'm not exactly, uhm, loved by the local authorities.
*Ahem* I was born and grown in a little village called Tiloth, in a modest island of the same name by the borders of the Outer Sea. My family left Tiloth when the lack of fish and the war forced us to make a choice: either leave everything behind or starve to death. Naturally we chose the first one, otherwise I wouldn't be here, aye? Anyhow...
My family managed to purchase a farm in the outskirts of Moonglow and lives there still. Well, actually there's no one there right now...Ma 'nd Pa set of to travel around the world after my brother, my sister and I left to search for our own fortunes. I hope they're all well, haven't heard a single word from any of their mouths or pens for a while 'now...
...
Anything else you wan'o know, stranger?
Huh? My trade?
Uhmm...
I've always been a fine hunter, y'might say. My luck in finding and putting arrows through animals kept me alive and well so far. If I might give modesty a break, I'm not too shaby with a sword, either. More than once I managed to get a little gold for poor me because of old Hondel, a veteran swordsman who taught me a trick or two back in Tiloth...Actually, that is the cause of many of me troubles, one might say...
How come? Well...
Uhmm...Let's just say that 'somebody' trounced some barbaric fools who attacked the merchant caravan that said 'somebody' was paid to protect...Yes, yes, that ''somebody'' is yours truly, yes. Now let's just say that those barbaric fools were actually law enforcers for the local egoistical pig of a baron who ruled the lands we travelled through...get my drift, stranger? Every now and then I have to deal with some wet behind the ears knight aspirant wanting to collect the bounty on me head. Never got caught, though. Doubt I ever will, actually. You see, there was this one time when --
You see a group of armed men bearing a coat of arms depicting a black wolf in a red background suddenly break into the tavern. They don't seem to notice you two at first. Jerek gags at his ale and quickly gets up.
*pats you on the back*
(whispers):Good luck to ye stranger, I have to run after my luck!
Jerek then suddenly disappears into the darkness surrouding the back of the tavern
*sips a cup of ale*
Well...
*sips his cup of ale again
I was born and grown in -- Oh, blast me for being an uneducated fool! My name is Jerek Stormgard. But, shhh! Don't go saying my name out loud! I'm not exactly, uhm, loved by the local authorities.
*Ahem* I was born and grown in a little village called Tiloth, in a modest island of the same name by the borders of the Outer Sea. My family left Tiloth when the lack of fish and the war forced us to make a choice: either leave everything behind or starve to death. Naturally we chose the first one, otherwise I wouldn't be here, aye? Anyhow...
My family managed to purchase a farm in the outskirts of Moonglow and lives there still. Well, actually there's no one there right now...Ma 'nd Pa set of to travel around the world after my brother, my sister and I left to search for our own fortunes. I hope they're all well, haven't heard a single word from any of their mouths or pens for a while 'now...
...
Anything else you wan'o know, stranger?
Huh? My trade?
Uhmm...
I've always been a fine hunter, y'might say. My luck in finding and putting arrows through animals kept me alive and well so far. If I might give modesty a break, I'm not too shaby with a sword, either. More than once I managed to get a little gold for poor me because of old Hondel, a veteran swordsman who taught me a trick or two back in Tiloth...Actually, that is the cause of many of me troubles, one might say...
How come? Well...
Uhmm...Let's just say that 'somebody' trounced some barbaric fools who attacked the merchant caravan that said 'somebody' was paid to protect...Yes, yes, that ''somebody'' is yours truly, yes. Now let's just say that those barbaric fools were actually law enforcers for the local egoistical pig of a baron who ruled the lands we travelled through...get my drift, stranger? Every now and then I have to deal with some wet behind the ears knight aspirant wanting to collect the bounty on me head. Never got caught, though. Doubt I ever will, actually. You see, there was this one time when --
You see a group of armed men bearing a coat of arms depicting a black wolf in a red background suddenly break into the tavern. They don't seem to notice you two at first. Jerek gags at his ale and quickly gets up.
*pats you on the back*
(whispers):Good luck to ye stranger, I have to run after my luck!
Jerek then suddenly disappears into the darkness surrouding the back of the tavern