Post by jaxstrife on Jan 30, 2008 23:14:10 GMT -5
Ever been to Silverymoon? Or how about the Silver Marches in general? Well, it’s not exactly a cake ride. *Drin grimaces at the tragic moment* Bah, no matter. We’ll get to that later. *He chuckles and gets comfortable at the base of a tree in the Bramblewood* Lets start with my home shall we? I lived a semi comfortable life in the commons area with my family of four, including me of course. My Father, Silas Goodbar, my mother Marian Goodbar, and my older brother, Percy Goodbar. My Family ran a small home operated bakery which generated enough coin for us to live on. It was nothing big, no huge revenue or a giant hidden bank fund. Just an average bakery that seemed to please the locals. Although one thing is certain, if you found yourself in that part of Silverymoon and you asked for a place to get a good bite of pie, most people would direct you to my mother. She made an amazing blue berry pie. *He pauses for a moment looking kind of vacant and somewhat drooling* Ahh eh, heh. *Drin chuckles as he wipes the drool away* What can I say? That pie of hers was truly something. While my mother brought in people with the Pies my father made the bread. What was me and my brothers roll in this business you ask? Well we were the peddlers and the ones who ran to the local mill for flour. I basically handled the supplies. My brother had this flare for talking to people; he was always spinning tales about the bakery in the streets. Anytime I tried to publicly advertise I would get awkward stares and raised eyebrows. I’m not that good at charming people, but life picked up, and I kept going.
My life as a woodsman started when my cousin Peredoc, Peredoc Hille for those who may know him, *he chuckles at this for various reasons* Heh, Perry’s story is for another time, for now merely his influence. Me and Perry would go through the woods looking for the blue berry bushes and the occasional bit of trouble. Perry was a fighter. A fighter and a criminal. Of course he wasn’t wanted in Silverymoon, more like along the Dragon Coast. Anyways, Perry was, and still is, my main influence for being where I am today. He taught me everything. From handling a short sword, to using a short bow, to even sneaking around amongst the trees. And that he was good at. He was a fine swordsman and an even better sneak. *Grins slightly and mischievously at the thought of Peredoc*
Later onward towards my nineteenth birthday my training with Peredoc had come to a halt. Back then I didn’t know what happened. He took up and left suddenly. My parents were relieved that he was finally gone. They hated the fact that they would lock up for the night and come back in the morning finding a few loafs of my fathers lemongrass bread missing. I was struck, we had become close, apparently too close for his closure was a small note inside of my shoes that said,
“Dear Drin,
I’m truly regretful for parting so soon, but I’m fearful that word has stretched to Silverymoon of my, eh, exploits. I’m making this quick and giving you my short bow. May it serve you well.
~Perry”
With him gone I resumed my daily chores of helping about the bakery and did a bit of hunting with my spare time. Perry’s teachings never left me; even today I remember his laughter. *Drin looks somewhat sad at this point in time* I didn’t have a short sword of my own, but I did have the bow. I practiced all the time in the wood outside of town. I’d pin up a few small targets, a loaf of stale bread that wouldn’t sell or something similar and draw my string.
A good few months had or so passed my life was back to the same ol’ routine helping about the store. I had mostly forgotten Peredoc and his mentorship. This one dreary afternoon I was lounging around the store being bored as usually when I seen my father outside talking to one of the Knights in Silver. I thought this was odd. The Knights in Silver rarely came down this far let alone to talk to business people. During the exchange I could see my fathers face crease with tension. “It must have been about Perry” I though. It was. There was little I could do about it, they were still on the hunt for him. During these few months while I was out stalking around in the wood I noticed figures, lithe figures moving swiftly through the trees and a-top the trees. All I could see was the occasional flash of silver. I didn’t pay it much attention. I just kept on going, exploring the wood and finding food. Over time I noticed their routes and their patterns. It was a reconnoiter and his band of scouts. Personally this appealed to me.
Awhile later I signed up. I was a Man in Silver. Well, technically I was a Hin in Silver. No matter, same job. I signed up on a scouting squad that did routine searches through the wood. They put me through basic training first, which wasn’t that bad. I knew a few of the kids in the training group, they were neighbors or friends who were looking for a better life and possibly a bit of action. The training was easy, the few exams they gave me were about the town and why I wished to serve it. When it came to assigning me into a group they put me in Squadron four. Now, squadron four didn’t have no shiny plaque or big medal of bravery, we were your go out, look around, sweep the area, oh look a goblin shoot it down, type of squad. The big fancy squad was number eleven. Of course squad eleven was entirely Elven. I personally though this was ironic. Squad four did have its charm though. It consisted of Verile our leader, Mac lead scout, Denis our master trapper, Renis our marksman, and me, Drin as secondary scout. We were all proficient with our chosen weapons. Some chose Rapiers or Scimitars, rarely with shields. Personally I chose a short sword and a shield. Sure it was a burden, but it protected me. Anyway, I was secondary scout, I go to trail behind everyone else pretty much invisible to the naked eye and watch everyone’s backs. This job wasn’t exactly hard, in fact it became boring. I made few promotions as a Hin and eventually made it to a primary scout. Now I was doing the sneaking and the looking, but other than that I was completely over looked for any sort of promotion.
What brought me here you ask, to Isinhold? Well, it was the lack of eh, anything, in Silverymoon. Nothing big happened. My family still works in that same ol’ shop. My brother is probably married, and my parents are growing old. But myself? I got bored. So I traveled, traveled far and long and found my self here sitting against a tree, talking to a few of my friends writing here in this book. Now don’t get me wrong, I had my share of adventures in Silverymoon working in the military but those stories are for a different time. As of now, I’m getting tired and my friends appear to be looking at me funny. Yes Vil, I’m talking to you. No no, I heard you... Oh, eh, lovely, I’ve started writing what i'm saying...
My life as a woodsman started when my cousin Peredoc, Peredoc Hille for those who may know him, *he chuckles at this for various reasons* Heh, Perry’s story is for another time, for now merely his influence. Me and Perry would go through the woods looking for the blue berry bushes and the occasional bit of trouble. Perry was a fighter. A fighter and a criminal. Of course he wasn’t wanted in Silverymoon, more like along the Dragon Coast. Anyways, Perry was, and still is, my main influence for being where I am today. He taught me everything. From handling a short sword, to using a short bow, to even sneaking around amongst the trees. And that he was good at. He was a fine swordsman and an even better sneak. *Grins slightly and mischievously at the thought of Peredoc*
Later onward towards my nineteenth birthday my training with Peredoc had come to a halt. Back then I didn’t know what happened. He took up and left suddenly. My parents were relieved that he was finally gone. They hated the fact that they would lock up for the night and come back in the morning finding a few loafs of my fathers lemongrass bread missing. I was struck, we had become close, apparently too close for his closure was a small note inside of my shoes that said,
“Dear Drin,
I’m truly regretful for parting so soon, but I’m fearful that word has stretched to Silverymoon of my, eh, exploits. I’m making this quick and giving you my short bow. May it serve you well.
~Perry”
With him gone I resumed my daily chores of helping about the bakery and did a bit of hunting with my spare time. Perry’s teachings never left me; even today I remember his laughter. *Drin looks somewhat sad at this point in time* I didn’t have a short sword of my own, but I did have the bow. I practiced all the time in the wood outside of town. I’d pin up a few small targets, a loaf of stale bread that wouldn’t sell or something similar and draw my string.
A good few months had or so passed my life was back to the same ol’ routine helping about the store. I had mostly forgotten Peredoc and his mentorship. This one dreary afternoon I was lounging around the store being bored as usually when I seen my father outside talking to one of the Knights in Silver. I thought this was odd. The Knights in Silver rarely came down this far let alone to talk to business people. During the exchange I could see my fathers face crease with tension. “It must have been about Perry” I though. It was. There was little I could do about it, they were still on the hunt for him. During these few months while I was out stalking around in the wood I noticed figures, lithe figures moving swiftly through the trees and a-top the trees. All I could see was the occasional flash of silver. I didn’t pay it much attention. I just kept on going, exploring the wood and finding food. Over time I noticed their routes and their patterns. It was a reconnoiter and his band of scouts. Personally this appealed to me.
Awhile later I signed up. I was a Man in Silver. Well, technically I was a Hin in Silver. No matter, same job. I signed up on a scouting squad that did routine searches through the wood. They put me through basic training first, which wasn’t that bad. I knew a few of the kids in the training group, they were neighbors or friends who were looking for a better life and possibly a bit of action. The training was easy, the few exams they gave me were about the town and why I wished to serve it. When it came to assigning me into a group they put me in Squadron four. Now, squadron four didn’t have no shiny plaque or big medal of bravery, we were your go out, look around, sweep the area, oh look a goblin shoot it down, type of squad. The big fancy squad was number eleven. Of course squad eleven was entirely Elven. I personally though this was ironic. Squad four did have its charm though. It consisted of Verile our leader, Mac lead scout, Denis our master trapper, Renis our marksman, and me, Drin as secondary scout. We were all proficient with our chosen weapons. Some chose Rapiers or Scimitars, rarely with shields. Personally I chose a short sword and a shield. Sure it was a burden, but it protected me. Anyway, I was secondary scout, I go to trail behind everyone else pretty much invisible to the naked eye and watch everyone’s backs. This job wasn’t exactly hard, in fact it became boring. I made few promotions as a Hin and eventually made it to a primary scout. Now I was doing the sneaking and the looking, but other than that I was completely over looked for any sort of promotion.
What brought me here you ask, to Isinhold? Well, it was the lack of eh, anything, in Silverymoon. Nothing big happened. My family still works in that same ol’ shop. My brother is probably married, and my parents are growing old. But myself? I got bored. So I traveled, traveled far and long and found my self here sitting against a tree, talking to a few of my friends writing here in this book. Now don’t get me wrong, I had my share of adventures in Silverymoon working in the military but those stories are for a different time. As of now, I’m getting tired and my friends appear to be looking at me funny. Yes Vil, I’m talking to you. No no, I heard you... Oh, eh, lovely, I’ve started writing what i'm saying...