I, am Kumo. I am at the age of 16 according to the years of man.
I stand 210cm tall with a scaly yellow/golden skin and a big, yet somehow unmuscular body. I have a small patch of gray hair with gray eyes. My mysterious yet dominant appearance in general makes me unique.
I see myself as one who follows any kind of magic/mystic/sorcery by first starting a trade in book trading or doing my own writings. I generally view alliances as a useful resource.
I intend to do alliances with those that have what I lack in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. It should be known that all are welcome, but those with ill intentions will be crushed before executing them. Thus, I now start this path towards the highest position, that will grant me the knowledge only reserved to Kings.
A Sentimental Value: Herbs, For Smoking
Investing the time I did in books and thoughts, my mind would tend to overwhelm.
The smoking herbs somehow proved to be a balsam for the thought. A way to save thought for further activation.
My mind was my flail, it was my analytic and strategic 'luck', it also kept any though and gave the ways for buying any object. Maintaining that mind calm and focused meant taking the smoking herbs and so I did.
Topdawg exited the tabern. As more of a book person, I prefered to sit in the back alley and my heart gave a jump when a guard-looking man approached me.
The Captain assured he liked his share of tavern atmosphere just as much as he liked his back alley calm drinking and making a fuss about the smell that came from my smoking herbs would ruin the perspective of the night for both.
As a very young man I asked him about his experience. He enjoyed giving me advice. We would converse further since the voice of the captain's experience would be one of the very little ones keeping up with my theoretical knowledge… and it worked the same way the other way around.
Since then, the captain placed hopes on me and I placed a big part of my mentorship in him.
Reflections On Your Mother
"Reflections On Your Mother" by Kumo.
My mother never appreciated my keen interest for my studies before her death, neither did my father. I saw that it could serve even in battle but now I am launched into the world I see I have to nourish my body to survive. Perhaps she was right after all…
The Resurrection of Kumo the Blessed. I, Kumo, have died but am alive again! Mine object in mind is to be Ruler of Kings and yet I have suffered transgressions for the 1st time much to mine surprised. I am not in a bedtime story yet I have become it.
Short and simple I died. No strength. Sould've started with body and leadership and if then interested, moved on to higher magick arts. No glory for me. Just taken down by a big ant in a dungeon... twice. Not smart enough to do magic and not strong enough to handle a sword.
This is the end for kumo. May his soul rest in peace