Post by Ellis Strata on Nov 2, 2014 23:57:53 GMT -5
"You want my story? It's pretty simple...
I was born in a small village hamlet in Doxenia, home to at best forty people all told. On the surface, everything seemed peaceful enough we fished, we hunted, we traded, we did all the little things people take for granted in a small village. My father was the town merchant, he ran the general store, handled the business with passing caravans, basically when it came to money, he was your man. His brother was the town blacksmith, and though the two both sought my mothers affections, it was the money who won out. Though knowing what I know about my mother, my uncle may have been the lucky one. You'd think that this would make my family the most powerful in the village, and I guess it did, but did that make my life any easier?
Ha ha ha, no.
It's not easy to try and make friends when the people either want you or shun you because of what they assume you possess. I never took a single coin for granted, I earned every one I ever spent, either working in the store or at the smithy, because I wanted to be able to say with a clear conscience that I didn't live off my parents wealth. Now when I say wealth, I mean for a small village, in a city, we'd just be as poor as any other small town family. But as far as my peers were concerned, I was a spoiled rich kid.
All I wanted, was to be a Knight.
I've seen the parades many times as a boy, the rows of armored warriors passing by, walking with pride behind their banners. I thought it was all well and good, defending the helpless, upholding justice, fighting for those who can't fight for themselves. It seems like a lofty ideal, living up to that sort of code and being the hope of the common people.
Of course, I didn't realize I was the only one who thought that.
I applied to be a Knight, the moment I could. I passed all their physical tests, even though they said I was too small and weak to do so. After all that, after besting 3 of them in swordsmanship and archery and riding, I was simply told...
No...
So, I packed up everything I owned. Scraped all the travel money that I could. And made my way to the Heart, where I was hoping my talents would be put to use. They were, in spades. I've been stabbed, shot, nearly killed a dozen times over. Met people who cared, met people who wanted me dead. Done my fair share of killing as well, because that was what I needed to do to make sure that everyone made it home.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
So, now that you know me...
Still think I'm a kid?
I didn't think so.
I was born in a small village hamlet in Doxenia, home to at best forty people all told. On the surface, everything seemed peaceful enough we fished, we hunted, we traded, we did all the little things people take for granted in a small village. My father was the town merchant, he ran the general store, handled the business with passing caravans, basically when it came to money, he was your man. His brother was the town blacksmith, and though the two both sought my mothers affections, it was the money who won out. Though knowing what I know about my mother, my uncle may have been the lucky one. You'd think that this would make my family the most powerful in the village, and I guess it did, but did that make my life any easier?
Ha ha ha, no.
It's not easy to try and make friends when the people either want you or shun you because of what they assume you possess. I never took a single coin for granted, I earned every one I ever spent, either working in the store or at the smithy, because I wanted to be able to say with a clear conscience that I didn't live off my parents wealth. Now when I say wealth, I mean for a small village, in a city, we'd just be as poor as any other small town family. But as far as my peers were concerned, I was a spoiled rich kid.
All I wanted, was to be a Knight.
I've seen the parades many times as a boy, the rows of armored warriors passing by, walking with pride behind their banners. I thought it was all well and good, defending the helpless, upholding justice, fighting for those who can't fight for themselves. It seems like a lofty ideal, living up to that sort of code and being the hope of the common people.
Of course, I didn't realize I was the only one who thought that.
I applied to be a Knight, the moment I could. I passed all their physical tests, even though they said I was too small and weak to do so. After all that, after besting 3 of them in swordsmanship and archery and riding, I was simply told...
No...
So, I packed up everything I owned. Scraped all the travel money that I could. And made my way to the Heart, where I was hoping my talents would be put to use. They were, in spades. I've been stabbed, shot, nearly killed a dozen times over. Met people who cared, met people who wanted me dead. Done my fair share of killing as well, because that was what I needed to do to make sure that everyone made it home.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
So, now that you know me...
Still think I'm a kid?
I didn't think so.
