This is my first real fic, so please don't haze me... Well, here's the first part. It's rather short.
(edit: thanks for pointing it out, Blaze)
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Greetings, friend… I see I am not alone to be lost in this forest. Well then, the night is still rather young, but the forest ahead is said to be full of dangers. I suggest that you tackle it tomorrow, unless you would like to risk your neck for the sake of speed. In the meantime, make yourself at home… I’m afraid you’ll have to use your own food, however; my provisions are running low. Feel free to use the fire, however, and I’m sure I’ve got some spare sheets somewhere, check in the backpack.
Come, I can see in your eyes that you have also had quite a few adventures to tell, my friend. As I said, the night is still young, so in the meanwhile, we can share our stories. Whether I look it or not, I’ve had my fair share of adventures myself. But before that, I suppose I should introduce myself to you…
My name is Kuri Hankei. Yes, I have quite the reputation of being a pervert, down at the Mercenary’s Guild, indeed… But no one’s perfect, I suppose. Anyway… I’ll go first. I’ll start from the very beginning.
I am Kuri Hankei, son of Izwe Hankei, Ex High Paladin of Istaria… Yes, it seems like quite the title, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought too. Well, I was young back then, and everything was all flowery, my life had no problems. The other kids looked up at me; I was the son of the almighty Izwe. Every few days, he’d come back, having accomplished yet another great deed, and every time his, and my family’s reputation rose. Every time I saw the glint from his silver plated grey suit, with the symbol of the scales on the chest plate, declaring his allegiance and his devotion to the Goddess of Balance to the entire world, I knew he had come to tell yet more stories of his brave adventures. His stories were one even more unbelievable than the other, and it wasn’t the first time that I didn’t believe him, until the same story was repeated by those who had accompanied him on his venture, that is…
As you can imagine, my father was quite the hero, always on everyone’s good books, and there was no place in which we could go without someone noticing, gaining somewhat… unwanted attention.
Well, I suppose that apart from what I’ve said, my childhood was a pretty normal one… I was all that you would expect from a child of my age. It was not like life in the village I was born and raised in was an adventure, either… But I, as the one and only offspring of the High Paladin of Istaria, was different…
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/uelementalistdaien.showPublicProfile?language=EN>Elementalist] at: 7/16/02 11:21:04 pm