|
Joe
“A waste, that’s what it is. A waste plain and simple.” It has been a couple months and most of the sting is gone from those words which still echo in the back of his mind. An invitation to serve with the Duke’s own guard company is not a thing to be lightly set aside and that his own family, not wishing to lose so rare an opportunity to climb upward out of the lower classes, did all it could to push him into accepting it did not make his choice any easier. Position, title, security and a certain measure of wealth, perhaps it is a waste to turn one’s back on such things. Perhaps, he did owe his family this opportunity to better its standing. Perhaps. Events of these past days would seem to have proven his own choice to be correct, however, for the servants the nobility sent out into this region in the wake of the msyerious tragedy in Lomer stayed only so long as the local coin would last before returning to their comfortable positions with promises to help any who would seek them out bringing sufficient gold.
“A waste! A waste plain and simple.” He laughs bitterly as he repeats these words. The duke has guards aplenty and does not need what little protection one such as he might offer. “No,” he says with a quiet certainty, “my place is here.” He moves with a quiet and efficient speed as he breaks camp and soon he is ready to move. Two quivers of arrows, a small pack of goods and a broadsword, such things, along with the oak longbow he holds will have to be his wealth and security over the coming days. “The people of this region have put out a call for heroes,” he laughs to himself, “unfortunately for them I’m nothing but a guy named Joe.”
Class = Ranger. Level to be determined in accordance with the level of the other characters in the game.
|