Post by Akki's Kitten on Jul 5, 2005 0:37:27 GMT -5
Of all the nerve. How could Arvkin go off and get a life outside of Gendal? It just wasn’t fair. I wanted to go adventuring. To see the outside and maybe even find me a handsome halfling man to bring home. Well I’ll show her. I’m going adventuring too. Of course Father won’t be too happy about it but I’m a big girl. I can do what I want.
And of course I was right. Father through a fit. Ranting about how all his little girls are going out probably to get themselves killed. Why can’t his sons go out and become men? In the end he gave his blessings because there was nothing else he could do.
So I packed up myself and headed out the opposite way that Arvkin set out. I didn’t want people to think that I needed help from my little sister. That would just add insult to injury. I didn’t need her help. I was the eldest sister. I should have been the first to do anything. Oh well…maybe I’d beat her home. Bigger and badder than she could ever be.
I spent a lot of my time in forest or out in the open. I didn’t have very much experience with being on my own. Mostly I just cleaned the house and helped with harvest when we were short-handed. But I was good with a sling and a stick. I could hit a squirrel thirty paces away dead between the eyes. And I can chase a fox off with a stick like no other. No meat would be stolen from our table.
I think the hardest part of my life outside was building a fire. It was a lot easier to build one in a house with no wind and sticks already there to light on fire. I gained a lot of respect for fire in my many months outside. I even started to be fascinated by the flame. The way it danced, burned, engulfed the wood. I came to look forward to nighttime so I could start the fire. It was so pretty, but I learned quickly that it was very dangerous. I almost set my stuff, the surrounding woods and myself on fire. If not for the small stream I wouldn’t have made it past that point.
In the small towns and cities that I did come across I found myself wondering how these people lived from day to day. So much disease and pain. Evil men, women and monsters roam freely to destroy and take what they wanted. It sometimes brought me to tears. I started to think about my purpose in life. I came to realize that I wanted to help these people. Not only by healing their hurts but also destroying those who cause those pains.
I spent a lot of my time searching city libraries for something that would help me achieve my goals. Something that was good and structured. Something with power behind it. Something I could be proud of and people would know I meant business. And then I found it.
It was amazing. Something that tied both my fascination and my goals together. Kossuth the elemental lord of fire. He was perfect. His people were all about structure and cleansing the land. And fire, He was all about fire. And when I finally saw his temple I nearly passed out.
It was perfect. Precision at it’s best. The light that shone from His temple blinded me and I knew that this was where I belonged. I searched high and low for a mentor. Someone who would take me in and teach me all there was to know about Kossuth. I found someone who would take me in. But it wasn’t to mentor me. He told me I would have to work my way up from the ground.
He wasn’t kidding. I was to scrub floors. Eh, you have to start somewhere. So I was content to scrub floors until something better came along. Something more adventurous. That wasn’t to happen for a long time. Every once in a while someone would tell me to go out and help clean out petty thieves dens and that gave me some much needed experience.
One day someone approached me and asked if I hailed from Gendal. Surprised I answered in the affirmative. He said there had been some situations arising in that area and that they need a volunteer to go and investigate and cleanse out any evil that was there. I was elated. Finally a chance to prove my worth to Kossuth. I would head out at once I told him and I did. I was giving my weapon as a parting gift you could say. A beautiful handcrafted Tendril of Flame. Not the Tendril of Flame but wonderful none the less.
It took me a lot less time going home then it did leaving. Of course it help that I had Flame with me. A solid steed to help me get to where the evil was faster. Unfortunately it would not be fast enough. Just not fast enough.
I arrived in town just in time for the funeral. My baby sister was dead. Evil had done her in and I would avenge her. I stood in back waiting for the time to approach my father to tell him of my return, my mission, and to get answers about my sister. As everyone was returning home I made my presense known and my father had mixed emotions.
Flash back from my past came back to me as he said sternly that he would not let another daughter go to her death at the hands of a deep spawn. I told him that I would kill the evil that lead my sister to her death and I would not let anything stand in my way.
And of course I was right. Father through a fit. Ranting about how all his little girls are going out probably to get themselves killed. Why can’t his sons go out and become men? In the end he gave his blessings because there was nothing else he could do.
So I packed up myself and headed out the opposite way that Arvkin set out. I didn’t want people to think that I needed help from my little sister. That would just add insult to injury. I didn’t need her help. I was the eldest sister. I should have been the first to do anything. Oh well…maybe I’d beat her home. Bigger and badder than she could ever be.
I spent a lot of my time in forest or out in the open. I didn’t have very much experience with being on my own. Mostly I just cleaned the house and helped with harvest when we were short-handed. But I was good with a sling and a stick. I could hit a squirrel thirty paces away dead between the eyes. And I can chase a fox off with a stick like no other. No meat would be stolen from our table.
I think the hardest part of my life outside was building a fire. It was a lot easier to build one in a house with no wind and sticks already there to light on fire. I gained a lot of respect for fire in my many months outside. I even started to be fascinated by the flame. The way it danced, burned, engulfed the wood. I came to look forward to nighttime so I could start the fire. It was so pretty, but I learned quickly that it was very dangerous. I almost set my stuff, the surrounding woods and myself on fire. If not for the small stream I wouldn’t have made it past that point.
In the small towns and cities that I did come across I found myself wondering how these people lived from day to day. So much disease and pain. Evil men, women and monsters roam freely to destroy and take what they wanted. It sometimes brought me to tears. I started to think about my purpose in life. I came to realize that I wanted to help these people. Not only by healing their hurts but also destroying those who cause those pains.
I spent a lot of my time searching city libraries for something that would help me achieve my goals. Something that was good and structured. Something with power behind it. Something I could be proud of and people would know I meant business. And then I found it.
It was amazing. Something that tied both my fascination and my goals together. Kossuth the elemental lord of fire. He was perfect. His people were all about structure and cleansing the land. And fire, He was all about fire. And when I finally saw his temple I nearly passed out.
It was perfect. Precision at it’s best. The light that shone from His temple blinded me and I knew that this was where I belonged. I searched high and low for a mentor. Someone who would take me in and teach me all there was to know about Kossuth. I found someone who would take me in. But it wasn’t to mentor me. He told me I would have to work my way up from the ground.
He wasn’t kidding. I was to scrub floors. Eh, you have to start somewhere. So I was content to scrub floors until something better came along. Something more adventurous. That wasn’t to happen for a long time. Every once in a while someone would tell me to go out and help clean out petty thieves dens and that gave me some much needed experience.
One day someone approached me and asked if I hailed from Gendal. Surprised I answered in the affirmative. He said there had been some situations arising in that area and that they need a volunteer to go and investigate and cleanse out any evil that was there. I was elated. Finally a chance to prove my worth to Kossuth. I would head out at once I told him and I did. I was giving my weapon as a parting gift you could say. A beautiful handcrafted Tendril of Flame. Not the Tendril of Flame but wonderful none the less.
It took me a lot less time going home then it did leaving. Of course it help that I had Flame with me. A solid steed to help me get to where the evil was faster. Unfortunately it would not be fast enough. Just not fast enough.
I arrived in town just in time for the funeral. My baby sister was dead. Evil had done her in and I would avenge her. I stood in back waiting for the time to approach my father to tell him of my return, my mission, and to get answers about my sister. As everyone was returning home I made my presense known and my father had mixed emotions.
Flash back from my past came back to me as he said sternly that he would not let another daughter go to her death at the hands of a deep spawn. I told him that I would kill the evil that lead my sister to her death and I would not let anything stand in my way.