Post by kevlin on Oct 26, 2007 12:11:37 GMT -7
I have decided to put pen to paper in case I meet an early departure from this land. I will try to best recall my life and how it all came to be.
Furflies from Birth to Age 10.
A story by Furflies
As day turns to night the young kerran’s eyes adjust and he is able to see movement that otherwise would go undetected. He patiently watches the Qeynosian guards on their routine patrols near the gates to Qeynos.
You might ask why has this Kerran laid in waiting for all these days, simple the Kerran has returned to the last spot he saw his family all those years ago. Why now? Why at this exact time? As the Kerran was traveling through the lands ruled by the Overlord Lucan D’Lere he was assigned the task of guarding a group Qeynosian’s being awaiting trial, during this assignment, he listened and talked to the prisoners first just general banter about how bad the food was or how cold they were, with patience and skill he was able to eventually steer the conversation to more important things.
You see, this Kerran had ties to Qeynos that no one knew…. Born under the crest of the “BringerofStorms” family, he was given the moniker Furflies by his father, with no one to help raise him and since his mother died during his birth, Furflies was left to figure his young life out mostly alone. By day he would play with the other kids doing kid stuff seemingly without a care in the world. At night nestled at his father’s feet he would be lulled by the talk of the Ancient ones, the ones who perished during the great cataclysm such as his Great Great Grandfather Rasticania and Great Grandfather Rasti as the stories died off it was common to hear his father start playing the dirge melodies of protection and strength.
As Furflies grew to the age of 10 his father sat him down and said to him, son you must now choose a profession, one that will bring honor to our name, one that will lend in the safe keeping of Qeynos and our Queen Antonia Bayle. Go seek out the council of elders, give them this note scribe by me tell them you are to learn your profession.
Furflies gathered up some things and made his way to the council area, as he made his way towards the Elders table he saw many new faces, Furflies handed the high guard the note from his father. Upon opening the letter the Guard paled and quickly rushed to the highest ranking elder where they exchanged a hushed conversation and Furflies was summoned to the table ahead of all those in line.
Standing in front of the Elders, Furflies had no clue why all the fuss, this cluelessness was short-lived as the senior elder began to address him. “Furflies, your father is one of the most respected members of Qeynos and has asked that you be given special treatment in the finding of your profession. He is afraid that if given a profession that you do not agree with you will not dedicate yourself to the training, and that such lack of dedication might lead you into harm.” You are to find Priestess Flaena and report to her for training.
Part I… Part II the Training coming soon. I hope you enjoy.
Furflies from Birth to Age 10.
A story by Furflies
As day turns to night the young kerran’s eyes adjust and he is able to see movement that otherwise would go undetected. He patiently watches the Qeynosian guards on their routine patrols near the gates to Qeynos.
You might ask why has this Kerran laid in waiting for all these days, simple the Kerran has returned to the last spot he saw his family all those years ago. Why now? Why at this exact time? As the Kerran was traveling through the lands ruled by the Overlord Lucan D’Lere he was assigned the task of guarding a group Qeynosian’s being awaiting trial, during this assignment, he listened and talked to the prisoners first just general banter about how bad the food was or how cold they were, with patience and skill he was able to eventually steer the conversation to more important things.
You see, this Kerran had ties to Qeynos that no one knew…. Born under the crest of the “BringerofStorms” family, he was given the moniker Furflies by his father, with no one to help raise him and since his mother died during his birth, Furflies was left to figure his young life out mostly alone. By day he would play with the other kids doing kid stuff seemingly without a care in the world. At night nestled at his father’s feet he would be lulled by the talk of the Ancient ones, the ones who perished during the great cataclysm such as his Great Great Grandfather Rasticania and Great Grandfather Rasti as the stories died off it was common to hear his father start playing the dirge melodies of protection and strength.
As Furflies grew to the age of 10 his father sat him down and said to him, son you must now choose a profession, one that will bring honor to our name, one that will lend in the safe keeping of Qeynos and our Queen Antonia Bayle. Go seek out the council of elders, give them this note scribe by me tell them you are to learn your profession.
Furflies gathered up some things and made his way to the council area, as he made his way towards the Elders table he saw many new faces, Furflies handed the high guard the note from his father. Upon opening the letter the Guard paled and quickly rushed to the highest ranking elder where they exchanged a hushed conversation and Furflies was summoned to the table ahead of all those in line.
Standing in front of the Elders, Furflies had no clue why all the fuss, this cluelessness was short-lived as the senior elder began to address him. “Furflies, your father is one of the most respected members of Qeynos and has asked that you be given special treatment in the finding of your profession. He is afraid that if given a profession that you do not agree with you will not dedicate yourself to the training, and that such lack of dedication might lead you into harm.” You are to find Priestess Flaena and report to her for training.
Part I… Part II the Training coming soon. I hope you enjoy.
I like this story ---- and then what happened ?? 
