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Llewellyn the Ranger - Page 3

Llewellyn the Ranger Lives! A title of Ranger did not protecteth me from my 3rd overwhelmed death. No more must mine cause bring me to this point.

Ranger Llewellyn

A Giant ant died due to my unique combat skills.

Llewellyn the Ranger Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

I have defeated a Woodsman. Let all know that it be by the mighty hands of Llewellyn the Ranger.

Page 3 Ranger Llewellyn

Meeting the townsfolk

The townsfolk are a mixed and varied bunch as one would expect in any town. Some are useful, some are enigmatic, some are dangerous, some are helpful. The difficulty is deciding on who is what. In the end, you probably need to engage with all of them at one time or another.

Ranger Llewellyn

Mysterious Person at the Tavern

Llewellyn looks at the stranger, clearly dressed as a hunter and woodsman, and ponders on why a little old man should be approaching him and in a tavern at that. However, courteous as ever, he helps the man to a seat at the table and settles next to him.
"You obviously know who I am, sire, but you have me at a disadvantage as I do not know you. You say you have something for me but I cannot imagine what. Tell me what you will." LLewellyn sits back in his chair and studies the old man. Short in stature at about four feet six inches, he is none the less, very thin almost emaciated with it. Shortish tidy hair and a face that would normally be crinkled with a smile, he looks very apprehensive at the moment, almost fearful. "What I have to tell you, Llewellyn, is something of which I am deeply ashamed and something that I would beg your understanding and forgiveness for," he says. Llewellyn looks at the stranger and wonders what can be so awful as to cause such anguish in someone. "Carry on with your tale, old man; there cannot be anything so terrible that would not be better for sharing with someone else and not continuing to carry such a burden solely on your own shoulders."
The old man looks up at Llewellyn, tears falling gently from his sunken cheeks and says "My name is Emlyn and I was husband to your mother and I am father to Mafanwy, your sister. Your mother and I had a huge row one day and she left the house; I was too stupid to go after her. Whilst she was away, she was captured by the elf who became your father and taken from the area. I did nothing. I made no attempt to get her back, no attempt to trace her, no attempt to rescue her - nothing! Can you even begin to imagine as pathetic a man as sits before you?" At this moment, his shoulders are wracked with sobs that come from deep within him.
"Come, come, gentle Emlyn" says Llewellyn, putting his arm around the old man's heaving shoulders, "what is done, is done. No-one can change the clock and turn back time to alter what has gone before. My mother, as I understand it, was initially frightened of my father but I am living proof that they settled their differences!" Emlyn's tear streaked face twitches into the ghost of a smile at this revelation. "They were always a happy couple when I knew them and I miss them both equally. Here look at this ring." Llewellyn shows Emlyn the ring of braided hair he wears on his finger. "This is how close they were when they passed away. Whatever feelings you have need no longer concern or worry you; I am delighted to have a step sister and equally pleased to have a step father. Concern yourself no more, Emlyn."
On Llewellyn's kind words, a weight seems to fall from Emlyn's shoulders, his back straightens and the wrinkles on his face smooth a little. "You are a good and kind lad, Llewellyn, as Mafanwy told me you were and I would give you anything I have. What do you crave? Gold? Property? Tell me and, if I can, I will give it to thee."
Llewellyn looks at the old man and says "the only thing I ask of your, Emlyn, is knowledge. Tell me what you know."

Llewellyn the Ranger

Message to Advisor

"I met with your father today, gentle sister, and I hope I have laid some of his troubles to rest. Know you that it pleases me to consider both you and Emlyn as my family now. Long may we help each other as much as we can."

Llewellyn Ranger - Page 3

Relation Description

It was odd to see a single woman in the Tavern, let alone one who seemed so capable of taking care of herself and brushing off unwanted attention. Your eyes met across the tavern and a gentle look crossed her face as you smiled, with your eyes as well as your mouth. A plain set of leather armour, a large bow on her back and the slightest nod of her head led you to walk slowly across the room.

Llewellyn Ranger Text RPG MMORPG & Play Post - Page 3

I, Llewellyn the Ranger, was attacked by a Bully and was victorious in combat.