The Tale Of Jerrick, Chapter 1 Options

[Shinnok]

My name is Jerrick Ettiene, son of Claude Ettiene and Arrielle Ettiene. I am Breton born and raised in High Rock. I had few luxuries for my father was a Fisherman. We lived in a small cottage near the Bjoulsae River living off the fish my father caught. At the age of 12 my father let me go hunt in the forests to provide for my Mother who fell ill. That's when it all started.
I was 18 and I left to the forests when I found a dead guard against a tree stump, horrified I ran foward to see barbarians ripping each others flesh off. Next to the gruesome onslaught were dozens of dead guards.
There remained only one of these madmen he checked to see if anyone one else stood in the forest and he saw me. I jumped forward ready for battle, he circled around me waiting for the right time to strike. But anxiety took the best of me and I rushed towards him axe in hand. Before I could start my Hack N
Slash tactic he kicked me in chest sending me flying backwards.
I fell nearly 10 feet away from where I was. Know I knew the measure of his strength . I waited for him to attack this time. He lunged towards me so I rolled to the side and plunged my axe into his shoulder he howled in pain but with another kick I again went flying. Acting quickly he ran to strike a final blow but I hid behind a tree into which he jumped face first paralyzing him for a few seconds.
I punched him in the face trying to get in any hit I could, trying make his nose bleed and pop his eardrums. He fell I picked my axe from his shoulder and plunged it into his head killing him.

[Shinnok]

I looked at his at Marcus for a few seconds in amazement. I an Imperial Guard, I had no skill no experience with such things.

'" I will be your mentor until you become a full fledged guard ". I looked at the imperial once again and as if my eyes were asking him if this was true he nodded and said " Pack up. we have a long way to go ".

I got a large bag and began to pack. Pieces of Bread and fish, alchemy equipment and empty containers , clothing and of course my two new blades. I put on my nicest clothes a Blue silk robe which I recieved when I turned sixteen and went outside.

My parents were waiting there " good luck " they said in tears as we went off.

I knew I would miss my old house. Not that I really enjoy being poor and putting on rags most of time. But the history. The green walls, the brown bug infested rug, the tiny rooms, the dining room , the outhouse that hasnt been cleaned since I was born were all part of me for all of my life and now they were gone.

We walked east for several hours apparently there was a small settlement nearby because it was night time, and apparently no one brought a sleeping bag.

And I was correct there was a settlement Vantara it was called. We walked into the nearest inn and sat down.

"Ok now remember this cas this is something you will be doing alot when your a guard". " Whats that ". Two beers called the bartender . " Drinking ".

He grabbed it and drank it in seconds " Dont worry, its liquid bread. I started to drink it and in seconds I was done. " Damn kid, your an alcoholic ".

After a few more rounds Marcus was asleep and I was screaming obsenities at a stool. Then a large nordic man came in. And apparently started making rude remarks to the the ladys. One of the girls husbands stood up to the nordic man but he stabbed him.

Even the bouncer was killed by him but in an instant my drunkenness went away as I grabbed my sword I realized . It must have been the sword that woke me up what else could it have been. And in exchange for this I'll get a bigger hangover than I should.

I walked up to the man. " Sir you have commited murder, a crime punishible ny death. He tried to slash at me but I blocked and stabbed him in the throat.

The ladys applauded me. As I went upstairs and carried Marcus on my back.

Luckily there were 2 beds.

This post has been edited by Shinnok: Apr 22 2007, 11:18 PM