To think I could be King. At least this is what I am told, at least when wise men are not telling me I am old vase water.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Here I am an orphan a child of the woods. A father I never knew, more then likely killed in some far off war. And a mother now dead and gone.
"Take this book" he says, "chronicle your life."
To what end? Who knows? A Kingship?.... Now that would be something eh?
So here I stand… a child of the woods. An average looking human male. Dressed in homespun tunic and breeches of mottled woodland colors. My long brown hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail and tangled with pieces of forest matter. My calf high boots are mud spattered and well worn.
Growing up away from the city I spent most of my free time in the wilderness exploring and climbing which has given me a strong and lithe body for quick movements and fast reactions.
I hope to make a name as an accomplished ranger and bowman.
Castor..my mothers brother. A soldier, mercenary really. He came to see me soon after my mothers passing. He hadn't changed much. A large man 6'5", 280 lbs. Black unruly hair to match a shaggy beard. Darkly tanned and scarred from to many campaigns. He is an imposing figure. He offers his sorrow and has pledged to teach me what it is to survive.
Strange how family long missing shows after a tragedy. I wonder what he hopes to gain by this? Me… I'll use his teachings to better serve my future.
Most beautiful lady of Ahnix
There she was, out of the corner of my eye. The most exquisite woman I have ever beheld. Her platinum hair flowed down her back and across her shoulders. Her tanned skin seems to glow whenever a stray sunbeam catches her. The silvery acolyte gown seems to shimmer with her movements, sliding across her body and accentuating every curve. Her supple movements as she tends the elderly woman are both caring and provocative. The last part I suspect as she notices my attentions. I smile politely as she beckons me over, but with a shake of my head I move off down the street.