Post by robraine on Aug 12, 2007 23:28:01 GMT -5
Gavin my friend it has been quite some time we have walked the woods and roads together. Always nearby watching my back and seeing that I don't put my foot into some rabbits hole and come up lame. Your wisdom and strength have been there for me and I will always try to be there for you.
I never told you from which I came so I will share this with you now.
I left my home in Featherdale, a little village called Wrights Ferry when i was still in my teens. My father was a farmer who had settlled in this little place in hopes of finding quiet and peace after a lifetime of service to the Crown of Cormyr. My father would tells us yarns of his time wearing the purple. He made it sound so grand and exciting I thought for sure I would find myself in that livery one day myself. Life on a farm was trully not the life for me and when i was still a young lad I would cross the Ashaba on the ferry and and run off into the hills In search of Goblin kin with my friends. Once Father took me hunting in the forest beyond the Dun hills. After that I knew were I wanted to be. Fathers tales were great and the soldiers life seemed an easy fit, but nothing compared to the call of the woods. After that trip I was gone every chance I had. My trips became longer and longer, soon I was far from home. I was befriended by a Ranger who taught me of Mielikki, Our Lady of the Forrest. Content I was untill word came that a terrible evil had arisen in Cormyr and the Forrest Kingdon was fighting for her life. So I traveled here friend Gavin and have been ever since. But alas I talk to much and you are far more interested in that fish you have caught. We will talk again later.
I never told you from which I came so I will share this with you now.
I left my home in Featherdale, a little village called Wrights Ferry when i was still in my teens. My father was a farmer who had settlled in this little place in hopes of finding quiet and peace after a lifetime of service to the Crown of Cormyr. My father would tells us yarns of his time wearing the purple. He made it sound so grand and exciting I thought for sure I would find myself in that livery one day myself. Life on a farm was trully not the life for me and when i was still a young lad I would cross the Ashaba on the ferry and and run off into the hills In search of Goblin kin with my friends. Once Father took me hunting in the forest beyond the Dun hills. After that I knew were I wanted to be. Fathers tales were great and the soldiers life seemed an easy fit, but nothing compared to the call of the woods. After that trip I was gone every chance I had. My trips became longer and longer, soon I was far from home. I was befriended by a Ranger who taught me of Mielikki, Our Lady of the Forrest. Content I was untill word came that a terrible evil had arisen in Cormyr and the Forrest Kingdon was fighting for her life. So I traveled here friend Gavin and have been ever since. But alas I talk to much and you are far more interested in that fish you have caught. We will talk again later.