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Barret Victor's Re-Adventures
Posted: 30 Sep 2007 05:17 PM |
Barret Victor had been an adventurer by trade years ago, when he was a far younger man. He had won and lost more fortunes than some moderate sized kingdoms, and had lived to tell the tale. He even had the wisdom to decide that all good things must end, and some in a very visceral way, so he had decided to find a nice quiet place and settle down.
The place he had settled down in was a small town, outside the hustle and bustle of Port Royale, but still close enough to make forays into the more fast paced world when time, energy, and will permitted. It was a small hamlet known as Buckshire. Due to his many years experience as a self-serving adventurer, and his ability to survive them, he was made a sergeant of the guard. Unfortunately, due to rumors of a socially forbidden courtship, whether founded or not, he never did assume the role of Captain of the guard. However, Barret was satisfied with these arrangements, and lived life on, faithfully standing watch, settling disputes, and all in all enjoying his golden years as a bachelor.
Unfortunately, one night on a pass through the Trading Post, he witnessed an Atalan scouting party beating a hasty retreat through the nearby forest. There were stripped bodies in their wake. He advanced to recognize the bodies, and was extremely distraught. They were two very good friends. One, the girl he was rumored to have courted, and the other, his old adventuring friend who actually was courting her. Their wounds were severe, and obviously beyond repair. They were long since dead.
Barret carried the bodies to the cliffs north of the Trading Post, and dug two deep graves. He gently lowered each body in, and started shoveling dirt over top. He put a small stone over each, painted a pure white. As he knelt down, and started to pray for them, an eagle landed on a tree's limb in front of him. The prayers started to become more concise, focusing on those who have experienced other such loses. The city of Port Royale, ravaged in the year's past attacks. Midorans forced from their homes into refuge all over the world, to keep from being imprisoned or executed, the dwarves forced from their caves, the countless deaths, and nameless sorrows. They all became encompassed in his reaching prayer, seeking answers as to what to do when the world comes crashing down around you.
Barret opened his eyes. The sun was rising, letting light filter through the woods. The eagle perched before him spread it's wings and soared off. Barret looked down, and saw his armor and sword leaning against a nearby tree, while he was in nothing but robes of the whitest snow. He stood slowly, and knew his life as a Buckshire guard was now left behind, and a new chapter had been opened. |
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