Role

Chapter 2

Direction
Added Tue Jun 19 20:04:41 2012 at level 15:

"Remember. Remember all that I have have said, and do something.
You must choose, and be cunning. All of the strengths of
a man is not measured in his strength in body or merely in strength of mind.
The idea that he is bound to will run his heart even after it would normally
stop. Now, bring me a cup of tea and let an old man lie."
Kuryaelin reached his next naming day remembering all that his grandfather
said. His mother worked for one of the seamstress shops in the city as he
worked as a small messenger boy oft used by the mayor's office and the
merchants in the city. Years passed and he remembered giving his word to his
grandfather to find a way to help the people of Thera. Seeing the members of
the guilds of galadon fight in the streets, once the young boy watched a well
known warrior fight in the arena outside the city. The warrior won more than
he lost in his youth, and as the fighter grew older Kuryaelin was impressed
with his prowess. As chance would have it, one day in the winter, Kuryaelin
was delivering a parcel to the shop where the mercenaries were hired when he
was passing through the square. The prominent warrior was in the market place
speaking with guildmates when a cry from the group went up. The warrior,
armed to the teeth, fell in the snow for no apparent cause. The cityguards
were summoned, and found nothing that pointed to the cause of his death. By
chance, the boy was passing an alleyway when he heard drunken mutters of a
pair of vagrants sitting in the cold snow. Hugging the north street corner,
he tried to listen in on the two. "...slighted the guild before the last
arena tournament. The guildmaster put a bounty on that fool warrior's head as
a lesson to any that would insult our members, " finished the nearest drunk.
The other chuckled and broke in "I spent the last four months studying in the
east with the Arkham guildmaster, and I think he takes insults about as
keenly as our local one has. A dangerous thing to open one's mouth about..in
fact, I..." the second drunk, who clearly wasn't, broke off and cocked his
head. Kury couldn't see what stopped them but was soon shoved into the small
alleyway as the three warriors standing next to the newly dead champion
charged past him and the two bum drunks. "Break that blasted door down!"
Cried one. "We'll shove these damn darts down whatever throats we can get our
hands on," Cried another. Facedown in the snow, all Kury knew was the sound
of a small commotion of something smacking a door and then the struggle of
several men locked in combat.