Post by A. Joe on Aug 3, 2013 7:56:21 GMT
The Earthen Elves are no more, and their closest descendant is but a mixed blood half-elf. The young half-elf pray solemnly to the grave of the last pure blooded Earthen Elves, his mother. He had dug her grave near her favorite green grove, thinking that this might be an appropriate way to respect the last of the Earthen Elves.
The young half-elf picks up his backpack and equipment. He turns around and walks away from the grove, away from the forested wilderness that once his home. He has decided to carve a place in this world for his own, for the legacy of the Earthen Elves was not his, even if he inherited the superb craftsmanship of the Elves.
The young half-elf looked into the horizon. He heard about some people out there, starting some big gatherings. As he walks through the path away from the forest, he contemplates. What should I choose, what should I become?
He never was a religious person, the idea of devoting his time to a certain god never crossed his mind. Furthermore, he heard rumors of escalating religious conflict between two major religious factions. And thus, he walks away from the path that leads to them, for he found no sense of belonging in there.
As he walks by a small coastal settlements, he heard news about the pirates. Adventurous sorts that live on the high seas. Being young, tales of adventures excites the young half-elf. However, he soon realize that he may not have what it takes to be a pirate. Though he is not one with strict moral values, he realize he doesn't have the heart to raid, pillage, plunder or murder other people for no apparent reason but to enrich himself. If he must carve a place for himself, he would like to do it without taking what others have earn through hardships. So the young half-elf walks away from the coastal region and resumes his journey.
Along the way, he heard another news from the people. This time it's about an emerging nation. Their leader is amassing power by any means necessary, even through force. The young half-elf can see clearly the fear in the eyes of the people. A disaster waiting to happen. He took the advice from one of them and will now steer clear from the place as best as he can.
After a long walk, he emerges at the edge of a mountainous area. While traversing the mountainous region, the young half-elf heard stories from the local about a beautiful and pristine place where giants live. According to the stories, many of the people there are descended from the giants themselves. And even though they are giants, they are known to be peaceful and contemplative. Truly, sounds like something that came straight from a bard's tale. Perhaps it's a place he should consider looking.
He decided to rest for a bit on the road side. Even after such a long walk, he has yet made any decision on what he should be or where he should go. A wandering merchant passes by and suggest that he should go and seek the northern settlers. According to the merchant, these settlers are hardy and hardworking people who are excellent traders and crafters. Seems like a viable, perhaps promising, choice for a destination, who knows he might be able to put his craftsmanship to a good use.
Then he heard some information from a traveler regarding a mercenary band, recruiting capable people from all over Calidor. From that traveler, he also learned that the mercenary band is sort of rowdy, adventurous and fun loving folks. Wonder if the live of an adventurous mercenary is right up his alley.
The young half-elf closed his eyes and think for a brief moment.
"so....these places...."
The young half-elf then stands up straight, now with more certainty in his expression.
With a sense of purpose, he then takes up his first step towards his place of destiny, the ...........................
The young half-elf picks up his backpack and equipment. He turns around and walks away from the grove, away from the forested wilderness that once his home. He has decided to carve a place in this world for his own, for the legacy of the Earthen Elves was not his, even if he inherited the superb craftsmanship of the Elves.
The young half-elf looked into the horizon. He heard about some people out there, starting some big gatherings. As he walks through the path away from the forest, he contemplates. What should I choose, what should I become?
He never was a religious person, the idea of devoting his time to a certain god never crossed his mind. Furthermore, he heard rumors of escalating religious conflict between two major religious factions. And thus, he walks away from the path that leads to them, for he found no sense of belonging in there.
As he walks by a small coastal settlements, he heard news about the pirates. Adventurous sorts that live on the high seas. Being young, tales of adventures excites the young half-elf. However, he soon realize that he may not have what it takes to be a pirate. Though he is not one with strict moral values, he realize he doesn't have the heart to raid, pillage, plunder or murder other people for no apparent reason but to enrich himself. If he must carve a place for himself, he would like to do it without taking what others have earn through hardships. So the young half-elf walks away from the coastal region and resumes his journey.
Along the way, he heard another news from the people. This time it's about an emerging nation. Their leader is amassing power by any means necessary, even through force. The young half-elf can see clearly the fear in the eyes of the people. A disaster waiting to happen. He took the advice from one of them and will now steer clear from the place as best as he can.
After a long walk, he emerges at the edge of a mountainous area. While traversing the mountainous region, the young half-elf heard stories from the local about a beautiful and pristine place where giants live. According to the stories, many of the people there are descended from the giants themselves. And even though they are giants, they are known to be peaceful and contemplative. Truly, sounds like something that came straight from a bard's tale. Perhaps it's a place he should consider looking.
He decided to rest for a bit on the road side. Even after such a long walk, he has yet made any decision on what he should be or where he should go. A wandering merchant passes by and suggest that he should go and seek the northern settlers. According to the merchant, these settlers are hardy and hardworking people who are excellent traders and crafters. Seems like a viable, perhaps promising, choice for a destination, who knows he might be able to put his craftsmanship to a good use.
Then he heard some information from a traveler regarding a mercenary band, recruiting capable people from all over Calidor. From that traveler, he also learned that the mercenary band is sort of rowdy, adventurous and fun loving folks. Wonder if the live of an adventurous mercenary is right up his alley.
The young half-elf closed his eyes and think for a brief moment.
"so....these places...."
The young half-elf then stands up straight, now with more certainty in his expression.
With a sense of purpose, he then takes up his first step towards his place of destiny, the ...........................