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The Adventure
« Topic Start: July 28, 2011, 07:03:49 AM »
I made it. That is what Lokenth thought as he traveled with blistering feet from the shore he had washed up upon nine hours ago. This was the land of Arcaea, he knew. Though his family was from Atamara, tales of the ancient and mighty realm had made their way to the taverns and brothels where he spent most of his time. And, too, he could read and write - he learned from his older brother and sister, who had the benefit of an Academy education - and so he wasn't nearly as lost in this Far East as he felt.

His lord father had made it clear that he wanted no bastards contending with his trueborn son and daughter, or their children, for the dubious honor and wealth of House Daycryn. And while Lokenth had made a good number of friends amongst the common people of the land, his father was tired of "wasting good gold on whores and wine." There was nothing to do but leave, and go conveniently far away.

It didn't get much farther than here, Lokenth realized wearily. He was a stranger here, and the land was strange; the people worshiped strange gods, and worried about recent wars, realms, lords and lands, all of which he was completely ignorant. It would take a long time, he knew, to find his destiny: honor, coin, and recognition for his deeds.

With just four silver coins in his purse, he couldn't afford a whore or an inn. He'd spent all of his coin on the ship; the miserly ship's captain, knowing Lokenth's delicate situation, had robbed him blind, and stuck him in the dank cargo hold along with smelly casks and boxes to puke his guts out on the long sea journey. Then the ship had to go and sink in a storm, leaving him to swim ashore.

He didn't think any of the crew had made it. While he wasn't unhappy about the death of the captain, it made him ache to think of all the good coin that was now on the bottom of the sea.

I have to find a benefactor. Someone who is of noble blood... or at least rich.

Fatigued, hungry, and cold, he found a thick hedge by the road and, after a while, drifted to sleep. In his dreams he was a powerful lord, feasting and whoring and drinking, and all the people knew his name.
Lokenth, Warrior of Arcaea, former Adventurer
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