G.A.N.G. Post #8: The Beginning of a New Journey
After your meal, the old man prepares enough food for you to eat for the next week. He seems chipper and happy to be of help to so many people at once, as if he doesn’t get the chance to do it often.
As you depart, he says a blessing over each of you, that your travels may be safe and your rewards great for the troubles you may endure. He entrusts the party with small map of the world, with your next destination marked. It will take a week to journey there, but the travel should be fairly light and easy.
He gives each of you a watersack filled with his wonderful tea along with a sack to make more as you desire.
As you start down the road once more, the old man waves good-bye with a chuckle and a gleam of joy in his eyes, glad to have some company for a change. You look off towards the distance, wondering what could possibly await you at the abandoned village in the mountains. It could mean danger. It could mean nothing. But something important was there. An old man with so much history in his humble cottage had to have been more important than he let on. As you look back to get one last glimpse of the old man and his cozy little cottage, you see the oddest thing.
The cottage was no longer there.
Homework! Kenneth and Sean have already done this, and I’d like to see something from the rest of ye. Write me a back story for your character, and if possible, work in his possible goals that you wan to see accomplished in this game. Also, I want you all to describe to me how your character would act in battle. This will be constantly updated as your character levels up, learns, grows, and experiences the outside world. You should have one of my e-mail addresses. Send these to me either in the body of an e-mail, as an attachment (doc, pdf, sxw, or odt formats accepted), or hand it to me in person as a print-out or handwritten.
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Anhaga snorted a little. “Good riddance,” he mumbled under his breath, “that’s the last time I get snookered into a deal like this.” Then he had that eerie feeling, he’d said that before, but when he tried to remember, he couldn’t. Consequently, he spit and went to walking. He was going to be in an especially foul mood tonight.
Red squinted. Of all the adventurers, his eyesight was among the top, due to his elven blood and keen archery skills. He wondered if they would ever see the old man again.
“Well, that’s odd” thought Noddle. Yet another place he could not go back to. He was very thankful for the benevolence of that old man. And he never did mention his name. A shame really. Credit should be given where it’s due. Noddle wore his gifts proudly. These will not go to waste. The old man gave Noddle yet another second chance on life. As he knew, another chance can change a person forever. It worked for him. But enough of the past, it’s time to face the future.
Noddle hurried to the front of the group. He wanted an better view of the area without the big people blocking parts of it out. Besides, he may need to take up point later, or perhaps the elf. He was keenly aware of his duty to protect this motley group from the tricks of the more unscrupulous characters. He didn’t forget the adventuring stories of his mentor. Other lesser details came to mind. Perhaps some thoughts to marching order or camping arrangements should be made. But then again, they had some time before necessity would demand them.