Author Topic: The Carefree Adventures of Asher Renodin  (Read 9791 times)

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The introduction RP for Asher Rendorin, fresh of the boat and with just one person from his old life. A life of comfort under his father, Aldrakar. No longer! He is thrown into a war torn nation and will have to grow up quickly it seems. Enjoy!



The Scion of Aldrakar

Rough hands heaved as the last of the sails were stowed. Mighty stretches of cloth bearing the symbols of the Merchantman of Giask. A far away city on a continent called Dwilight. The wood creaked as it squeezed against the docks. Thick ropes at least as thick as an average man's waist puffing dust as it barred the ship and the dock from ever touching. High above seagulls squawked loudly. Crying at one another as they saw every opportunity to raid from the little people below.  Many of the roofs of the buildings lining the harbor sporting white and black streaks. A nest tucked in between the arms of a bust of a mermaid carved from wood but now merely an ornament of a time long past. People hardly ever looked up at her anymore. Her perch, high above the fish mongers market, more akin to a prison without walls than a pedestal of high esteem.

The ocean had one last gift and it tugged Asher's hair from the left to the right. Flapping it into his face every time he tried to rake it to the side with his hand. A curious eye fell upon the spry lad. ''So, there we be boy, Isadril!'' A voice like marred bronze rang out. Quickly followed by a phlegm filled cough. ''Far from home and alone ye be Lordling, best keep yer wits about ye.'' The words followed by a nigh perceptible plop of water as the greybeard spat into the ocean.  Asher heard him but couldn't muster a serious care. His eyes roved the city before him. So alien, so different and full of new adventure! Rich blue eyes beheld all before him. His smile warm and inviting as he stuck out an arm to wave at a pretty girl whom he thought looked at him. She didn't and he felt silly the instant he realized it.

Embarking took an age and then some. Apparently goods and war supplies had a higher priority than a far flung Lord's son. Asher's sometime tutor and full time scribe nudged the boy along. ''Don't tarry now Sir Asher, we have to book a coach to take us to the Guardsmen & Horsemen Recruitment and Training Grounds''. Asher obliged and set his feet to walking all the while drinking in the sights. The scribe stopping a plain looking coach and offered the driver some silvers as he tried to explain their intended destination. The coachman grinned and assured the scribe he knew all of Isadril like the inner thigh of his lover.

All along the ride Asher was hanging out of the little window of the coach' door, gravely testing its ability to remain hinged. Much to the worry of the aged scribe that accompanied him. Markets lined with local goods, lanes filled with craftsmen and alleys filled with orphans and barking dogs. Filth ran in open gutters and reeked worse than any battlefield. Prestigious ladies pulled up their noses at throngs of beggars while their guards cleared a path for them.

Feeling the initial exitcement fade Asher wondered how he would manage away from the guiding hand of his father, Aldrakar. The ages Scribe saw the boy's worry and placed a hand on his shoulder. ''Don't worry Sir Asher, everything will be alright.'' That most warm of paternal smiles resting upon the man's lips. Far from that pretend truth, reality came and reared its often ugly head. Recruitment centers empty of warriors. Supply rooms devoid of weapons, armor and even practice gear. Healers overworked and with dark rings under their eyes. Middle aged men missing a foot or a hand or even entire limbs. Their faces downcast and more often than not, impoverished.  Asher exchanged a look with the aged scribe, answers unspoken between them.

So Asher Renodin arrived at his new estate. A place of training and of fielding fresh warriors. It was all but that however. It was full of squalor, exceptionally young 'recruits' and harrowed out during this time of war in which Asher apparently had decided to find a new home.