It is unknown where my family came about, but it was close to Mudfall
they told me. My father was gone, and my mother was sick. I had a bigger
brother though, who helped me along the streets of Seringale. We played
tricks for food, sometimes we plead when it was cold and dark. The butcher
was compassionate at times, giving us a few scraps when it was night.
One day, we saw another child setup a small string. He tripped a wealthy
healer and she spilled all her gold on the ground. We quickly went and
grabbed a few, however we got caught by a few giants. Turns out this healer
had henchmen and she wasn't all into healing. We were smacked around and
tortured for our "crime", even though when we went to her castle it was
filled with gold and riches. From that day, I knew even the best of us can
be corrupt, healers full of gold and riches. That was when I started to
practice putting up little wires myself.
The Ford
I finally mustered up enough courage to ask Crisbin what he thought. The
old man gave me some tips, so off I went to the Canyon. It sure was not
easy putting all those snowflakes too sleep. In fact, it was quite hard
actually. They move around quite a lot, but I eventually got the hang of it
hitting them with a sack. I also decided to follow a God, I don't know much
about religion, I never grew up learning about it. My family and I were
more worried about finding food than praying to someone else who isn't
there. I suppose if I were to follow a God, I would believe in the one True
God. With all the time Serin has struggled through darkness and light, wars
and battles of all different kinds. Lord Virgil must be overlooking this,
or surely we would have fallen into darkness already or the "Knights of
Valour" would have creeped into the other cities. I knelt before His altar,
and that was that.
Description:
Matted chestnut dreadlocks slightly covers a fresh somewhat friendly
face. Piercing green eyes, set far within their sockets, watch devotely
around the scenery. Fair skin graciously compliments his eyes and mouth and
leaves captivating memory of his luck in gambling. A small birthmark is
seen around his jawline, albeit faint and scarred. His shoulders are lean
and narrow, yet you notice a few veins running down his arms giving some
appearance of muscularity. His legs are short but nimble, and he seems to
be very light toed. Overall, he stands quite tall amongst his race, despite
his small frame.
Gotta say, every time meself sawed yerself about, meself was thinkin “oh aye, there be that wee shite thief about”. Next step would be ter look at me shit an wonder what I’d be losin. Then meself would go lookin fer ye an get meself blackjacked an’ robbed. The part what’s makin meself respect yerself though was that every time after the robbin ye’d be attackin. Takes a pair o’ stones ter attack a berserker as a wee thief, eh. World’s gonna be a mite less annoyin without ye but mesef’s hopin yer still muckin about with somethin else an’ ye ain’t left fer good.
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