I covered his body and offered a prayer to those who died. I took everything to the nearest stream and unwrapped the bundle of gear. I stripped and cleaned up and filled up my water-skins. I caught a couple of small fish which I cleaned. I ate them raw. I did not want to start a fire. I put on his armor, then clothes, and then my leather armor. I put his sword on my back and set it for a downward draw.
I put my pack over it and my cloak over it all. I had my sword belt with one dagger on the other side. A second dagger sheathed in my boot. As I had yet to describe my appearance I have solid raven black hair that I wear in a manner that covers the partial points upon my ears. The hair was long going halfway down my back.
The violet irises of my eyes were a dead giveaway to my elven heritage. I am also left-handed, so I am always in my right mind. I can fight with either as finding a trainer to work with you as a left-handed fighter was difficult. I am just better left-handed. As to genitalia, I have a seven-inch long cock. It is not the size of a beer bottle but could be aptly described as the neck portion of a beer bottle. I have little in the way of body or pubic hair due to my elven heritage.
Else my body is built like a man who has done a lot of solid work as he grew up. As I did not want to be known by my given name I chose another. The name I chose to go by is Sarrion "The Raven" Black. I chose "The Raven" for several reasons. I always dyed the feather on my arrow fletchings black even if they are not already.
Second, my arrow shaft and bow were black ash in color from hours of apply ash from campfires on the wood. Lastly, I always seemed to be watching death. My spellbook was sparse. It contains all cantrips, magic missile, shield, and identify. I had a second level in my book which was web though I am unable to cast it as of yet.
While my leather armor was the typical brown my cloak and clothing were all black down to my boots. I wore black archery gloves. They covered the palms and half of the fingers. Thus they left the fingertips exposed to allow me to feel the draw of the string across my calloused fingers. I carried my masterwork bow and had forty arrows in the 2 quivers on my back.
One of those arrows was nocked and ready. I made my way through the woods and out of the baron's territory toward the nearest city. I had 22 gold pieces and 41 silver pieces from my father's bundle and what I scavenged from other homes that were abandoned. I divided the money to try and keep it all from being stolen. I kept the pouch tucked inside my pants.
While I had seen larger game, I stuck to rabbits and the like in order to supplement my dwindling supplies. I switched out spells and identify the sword before putting my leather on. The sword was crafted for killing trolls. Sounded like the baron had a right to fear it as he acted like a fucking troll. The swords flame activated off of thought.
The thought was, "Fire follows its own path." Elven runes ran the length of the blade were visible in the light of the fire it puts off. I was surprised to see the flames are a dark purple to blue. Again just another distinctive feature that shouted, "Hey I know who use to own that sword!" Another reason I kept it hidden unless those who see it will be dead shortly.
I used seven arrows along the way but recover four of them. I arrived at a small inn outside some city I had never been to before. I was looking forward to a warm bath, meal, and maybe a warm beautiful lady to keep me entertained for at least the night. The next task had to be to find work and maybe some trustworthy allies. I arrived and found an empty table in a corner of the inn.
I order a mead and the special which was a roasted chicken with vegetables. I also order some fresh bread, butter, and some fruit as I was really fucking hungry. I requested and got a private room for the night. I set the quill down as I figured I was finished.
Let the Game Begin
He found that he was no longer in the dank cell and felt better. He sat at a table in the corner and the evening crowd gathered. It must have been popular as the place was comfortably full. Not standing room only but it had a crowd. The waitress had brought him his food and drink. Next, to the plate, he found a small piece of parchment. He guessed it was time to find out what the 'tri-sexual' game master thought of his background. The note read as follows:
"
To 'The Raven',
First off I give you your backstory an 'A-'. You gave me several hooks to work with which I do enjoy. Your name I like. Misleading enough to make people think you had a human father and an elven mother instead of the other way around. Going into an almost all human society it does not stick out as badly so I give you points for that.
Let me touch on my favorite subject for a moment. Cock. You did good, I definitely like the equipment you are packing and fairly hairless body just adds to your boyish charm. Your class. We never got to the point of discussing one rule system vs another. Which is great because I like my own rules.
You could have called yourself a ranger, fighter, fighter/mage or arcane archer. The fact is your a bow based warrior who can channel magic through your bow. I am cutting back on your crafting to just bows. I could not see a Baron torching, killing and/or running off a decent weapon-smith. You have the look of a ranger; which is kinda hot.
Your nice looking bow with average looking sword reflects that. You have three special items, your bow, father's sword, and his non-magical mithril chain. Not as overboard as some others but you did a good job in listening. You explained why you still had them. I love the command phrase for the sword. Very philosophical. Your money is a bit high for starting but your backstory was worth it and you covered the how.
Remember to stay in character. Nothing of your past life outside this world. Some dumb bitch walked into a bar and wanted to know, 'Where the tampon machine was. If this place is so great why did they not a jukebox or even a television.' Needless to
say,
she spent several days in a cell while clerics attempted to heal her. The bad news is she refused to cooperate.
The headsman sorted the problem child out. Separating those stray thoughts from her beautiful body. I never got a chance to hold that one against me.
Sorry,
not into necrophilia. Oh well. Anyway, you are off to a great start and you just might find a warm body in your bed if you play your cards right.
Remember I control the world. Though there is more than one of you who are not from this world. Magic is prevalent here so you will enjoy yourself. Both in terms of gear and the nasty caster."
Your Gorgeous Goddess
Lillian
He set the note down and watched it slowly turn to dust and blow away. He finished his meal. He watched the waitress as she bounced from table to table slapping away the occasional roaming hand. She was very cute and young. The thing he did notice was his view being obstructed by a giant of a man with a very large sword.
The man looked down at Raven, "Your tab was paid already by my patron who wants to meet you." raven nodded to him and grabbed his bow. The rest of his gear still in place. He followed the walking wall across the room to another corner table. There sat a woman with a striking resemblance to his Game Master. He had to fight the urge to say anything out of character.
he figured this was some kind of test. She sat next to two other women and if he was not mistaken the four guys he just passed at the table behind him worked for her. She looked him up and down, "You are new here. Your reputation precedes you. I spoke with a vendor up the street who said you came from the same village he fled.
He was selling some very nice bow and arrow supplies. He and his son who looked injured. Walked with a limp. Guy said it came from a big boar that would have killed his boy if you had not put a great shot into it."
Raven looked at her, "I have done a lot of hunting. I am more comfortable in the wilds than in the city. One of the reasons I stopped here for the night.
I figure I may have to brave the city in the morning to try and find work. The sooner I am away from the city the better."
She smiled. "I own a shipping company. I have a caravan leaving in the morning heading west. I believe that is away from where you just came. Regardless I could always use another guard for the trip. Do you own a horse?"
He smiled, "I know how to ride but the Baron saw to it that most of the horses in town died first or were captured. Those who got away were either fast, lucky or both. That is not to say the village had a lot of horses. They were called in to pull in the game from hunting mostly. The occasional friendly race. Usually accompanied by some testing of shooting on the run."
