<C>That Was Now</C>
As told by <strike>Devon Ralning, Legendary Outlaw</strike> <strike>Devon Ralning, Mercenary</strike> <strike>Devon Ralning, Wanderer</strike> Anonymous
Okay, before we start this I want to make one thing clear. This is my story. Devon Ralning’s story. No one else’s. I didn’t go through everything just for some ballad to be written about someone else when I die. Not that I went through everything just for a ballad. But if I get one (which I should, if there’s any justice) I had better be the prot- progani- main character-person. And Keriann… She’s gone now. Not… not as in... that, but somewhere. Someplace away. Prob’ly someplace better. It’s not like I’d expect Keriann to stick around here, what with just about everything. But what I’m going to talk about is what happened before.
I’m going to explain how it all started. If you want to get -what’s that word again?- about it you could say it all started when the new king, may-his-rotted-carcass-be-found-floating-in-a-swamp-like-the-scum-he-is, ascended the throne before his coronation even happened. Uncoronated, or something. This’ll be how it all started for me. I don’t think I’ll refer to it as ‘then’ because at that time it was ‘now’. Just like the now happening right… now! Damn, missed it. But anyhow, I figure I’d better not start at the beginning. Every story seems to make that mistake. I ‘spose if anyone’s going to be able to make any sense out of this, I’m going to have to start before my story did. The now before the other now. Here goes.
It was a small town. I’m not sure I remember what it was called though. That’s a lie - it was called home, no matter what your maps say about it. You’d probably know it as Onnwall, or Offal, or something stupid like that. You’ve probably seen the like. One-room school-house, enclosed sort of place, farms in the general area, informal -vulnerable. Dunno when I started adding that last part on, it just sort of came with everything else. I was fourteen before I even found out it was part of Doma. It didn’t deserve what happened to it. But anyway, that’s where I lived. Or was it me? Seems like it was someone else now. Someone better off, that’s for sure. Hope whoever actually lived there doesn’t get the ballad. Unless it was me, which I’m beginning to doubt. I’ll just assume it was, to save time. So anyway, there I (or possibly someone else whose memories I somehow got) was. Nothing like I am today. Sure, I had a sword. But all the weapons were useful for was to look suitably threatening whenever some wandering orc or goblin passed through or some such. It was of the disarming sort, which must have been hindsight, or sidesight, or something like that. And the law- I was all for it. Sure, I avoided lessons. Sometimes stuff appeared in my pack on the subject of which I always explained I had no idea it belonged to someone else. The usual. But then, I’m pretty sure I said I was going to start here, not just recap. So I will. Starting now. I mean the current now, not any of the others.
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How was that? Feedback, anyone? Should I continue? The one thing about it that I'm sort of worrying about is that Devon will become more of a serious character. But anyway, opinions, suggestions or comments? <p>RPG World Worldwww.davidr.com/rpgwwIt's the webcomic with ME in it!...and a bunch of other, more popular RPGWWers. But mostly me.</p>Edited by: RPGWWer ChronoCatfish at: 7/13/02 8:49:35 pm