Alkiviades
Sergeant
Alrighty, first, let me introduce myself. I am Sir Wankalot. Well, name I was born with ain’t so fancy. No “Sir” in front of it. But since the day I realized how my world was set up, I had one dream and only one: to become a nobleman one day! I even managed to learn how to read and write, working as a servant during my early youth with those monks… well, they didn’t feed me properly, I slaved away for endless hours and sometimes one of them would take a beating on me… and a couple of them even took advantage of me in various ways I wouldn’t wish to discuss here (damn, it still hurts after all those years!!!!) but I’ve learned to read and write! Prerequisite for nobility, one has to be well-versed in the writing and reading skills, in order to become a great Noble! So, all that anguish and pain was a good investment, huh? Sure it was! I’ve learned later that you had to be born into nobility to be a noble, but that wouldn’t distract me from my cause, would it? No way! I set out to make a living into the world, and I’ve heard of this Promised Land, Home of the brave or something like that. Pendor! The old empire fragmented there, chaos arose, lots of warring factions, invaders making headways into the land… now, that I call opportunity and a smart and wordly guy like me, could go a long way in such a place, right? Absolutely! So I took my trusted horsey and rode into that land of opportunity!
Well, here’s to luck and good fortune and to that funny, boney old man who sold me the title for a pint of ale and some broth at the Janus tavern. Struck me as funny, an impoverished noble giving away a title for ale and broth.. but, hey, nobles are like that you know. To be frank and honest, that old bugger looked really impoverished, stinking from a mile away, with those filthy rags, without a tooth to boot… but he had that paper, that is A Nobility Title as he explained to me (yah, truth is he was talking like some kind of slumdog, not like a noble… go figure, he lost all his noble education living in the scum… life can do mean things to people).
And here I am now, a Sir yourstruly! Sir Wankalot! Ah, the name makes me feel so good. Now all I got to do is find myself an estate. The old man explained to me, his family estate was overrun by Big Green Monsters with 100 hands and huge claws. Darn monsters, occupying my rightful inheritance. So, I’ll have to make a new home here, in this land. Well, setting up a band of tough lads, should be a good start. Unless I can court some jolly noble lass and convince her to marry me… well, tough luck, that doesn’t seem to be a path promising anything beyond rejection and pain. Not to mention I’d have to wait for the Warband Port (that’s how the old bugger called it anyways) to venture into the land. Nah, I’ll pick the safe route: I’ll become a soldier of fortune.
And since I am such a well-educated noble and all, I will keep a diary. Yes sir! I will write down every little incident, everything I come up in this land of adventure and opportunity!
Pendor, beware! Sir Wankalot is here for you!
(to be continued - coming up, day 1 in Pendor)
Well, here’s to luck and good fortune and to that funny, boney old man who sold me the title for a pint of ale and some broth at the Janus tavern. Struck me as funny, an impoverished noble giving away a title for ale and broth.. but, hey, nobles are like that you know. To be frank and honest, that old bugger looked really impoverished, stinking from a mile away, with those filthy rags, without a tooth to boot… but he had that paper, that is A Nobility Title as he explained to me (yah, truth is he was talking like some kind of slumdog, not like a noble… go figure, he lost all his noble education living in the scum… life can do mean things to people).
And here I am now, a Sir yourstruly! Sir Wankalot! Ah, the name makes me feel so good. Now all I got to do is find myself an estate. The old man explained to me, his family estate was overrun by Big Green Monsters with 100 hands and huge claws. Darn monsters, occupying my rightful inheritance. So, I’ll have to make a new home here, in this land. Well, setting up a band of tough lads, should be a good start. Unless I can court some jolly noble lass and convince her to marry me… well, tough luck, that doesn’t seem to be a path promising anything beyond rejection and pain. Not to mention I’d have to wait for the Warband Port (that’s how the old bugger called it anyways) to venture into the land. Nah, I’ll pick the safe route: I’ll become a soldier of fortune.
And since I am such a well-educated noble and all, I will keep a diary. Yes sir! I will write down every little incident, everything I come up in this land of adventure and opportunity!
Pendor, beware! Sir Wankalot is here for you!
(to be continued - coming up, day 1 in Pendor)
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