/OOC Ok, This is a story about my character in his younger days before the dream. A little background on the character is that he is a mischievous person who likes to have fun. As you can see in the story he is very chaotic good. He prefers to do good things, but really has no belief in the laws being for the good of the people. I would like to know what people think. I know I am bad at separating it out into paragraphs, It is something I want to work on. /end OOC
The young elf crept silently in the darkness along the city rooftops wrapped in dark clothes, his long dark hair pulled back to keep it hidden. Slowly he crept to the edge of the roof and looked at the scene below. Two large men sat loading a wagon with goods from the back alley of a storehouse of one of the noble families. The young man watched a bit knowing no honest deal took place in the city at this time of night and concluded them men must be thieves.
Watching carefully and waiting, he sat unmoving until both men had gone over to the side to argue about their shares of the loot. Carefully he threw his rope around the nearest case marked to contain food and supplies, and quickly hauled it up to the roof as silently as possible. He continued to haul up supplies until he had as much as he could carry, silently repacking it into two packs. Walking to the other edge of the building, he scanned for the city guards, spotting a small regiment just down the street.
Taking out a piece of paper, he quickly jotted down a note about the theft in progress, wrapped it in a stone, and hurled it at the nearest guard’s feet. Shortly thereafter, the alarm sounded and the boy grabbed his pack and made his way back over the rooftops to the forests edge stopping briefly to set the larger of the packs down in front of the city orphanage.
Climbing into the trees, he made his way back to his camp in the clearing. Setting down his spoils he heard crying coming from the forest. Taking out his only weapon, a rusty rapier salvaged from a junk heap, he set off to find the source of the noise. Sitting a bit outside his camp a young woman about his own age sat up against a tree crying. Sitting above her in the tree, he thought to himself she must truly be upset not to notice anything.
He called out “What is wrong, and how did you get so deep into the forest alone.” Startled she started looking around quickly for the source of the voice. “Where are you?”
He let out a smile “Up here” he said as he swung down out of the trees. “Now what is wrong, come here follow me to my camp where we can talk.” Taking her hand, he led her towards his camp. “You are actually very lucky. Not many people venture this deep in the woods because it is very dangerous.”
“I really did not mean to go this deep into the woods, but I got lost and started running because I was afraid.” She replies “I see, but you know the best thing to do when you are afraid is to keep your calm and be rational. Fear never solves problems it only creates more problems.” He said.
They broke through the forest into a small clearing. “Here we are, my humble home, why don’t you take a seat over there I need to go sort my new supplies.” He said pointing to a stool sitting up over by a tent. Walking over he grabbed his pack and started going through it. He sat some bread and jam aside as well as a bottle of wine putting the rest away.
“Here have some bread and jam.” He said handing her some bread and a cup of wine. “My name is Maethor, what is yours”
“My name is Sersai. Thank you, I feel much better now.” She said looking around “Where did you get all this stuff?”
“I guess you could say I stole most of it.” Maethor replied. “Stealing is wrong you know.” she interrupted.
“That is the problem with so many people, judging me without knowing why I took it or the circumstances?” He said shaking his head. “Yes, I did steal it, and it was wrong, but I only took things as payment for preventing other thieves from taking the entire storehouse.” He sighed, “Besides is it wrong to steal to feed myself, or those like me who have grown up with no family. I give most of what I take to the kids on the street. I know it is wrong, but I know of no other way. That is enough about me; tell me why you were in the forest”
“I am sorry that I judged you, I grew up very sheltered from the world. That is actually the reason I ran away.” She sighed, “I overheard a plot by my father’s steward to assassinate the family. I was caught by the steward and barely escaped because of my training in the magical arts.” Putting her hands in her face crying, “I do not have the courage to go back, What if my father is dead because I ran?”
Maethor looked at the poor girl and said, “If you give up like that then your father is already dead.” Putting his hand on the girl’s shoulders he said in a clear tone “Do not ask for it, Go out and earn it.” The girl looked up at him “What does that mean?”
“It means that unless you try to go out and fight for what you believe in you will never know what is going to happen. Just whining and asking for help will never accomplish anything. If you want to save your father you have to face your fear and go back.” Maethor’s face lights up as he gets an idea and quickly stands up to say, “Here I will come with you.”
She looked up at him “You mean you will help me.” Shaking his head, he said, “No, this is something you will need to do for yourself. I will be there if your life is truly in danger.” He smiled “Do not worry, I have faith that you can overcome your fear and make this right, now come on we do not have any time to spare.” He said, already packing up supplies for the hike back to the city.
End Chapter 1
The young elf crept silently in the darkness along the city rooftops wrapped in dark clothes, his long dark hair pulled back to keep it hidden. Slowly he crept to the edge of the roof and looked at the scene below. Two large men sat loading a wagon with goods from the back alley of a storehouse of one of the noble families. The young man watched a bit knowing no honest deal took place in the city at this time of night and concluded them men must be thieves.
Watching carefully and waiting, he sat unmoving until both men had gone over to the side to argue about their shares of the loot. Carefully he threw his rope around the nearest case marked to contain food and supplies, and quickly hauled it up to the roof as silently as possible. He continued to haul up supplies until he had as much as he could carry, silently repacking it into two packs. Walking to the other edge of the building, he scanned for the city guards, spotting a small regiment just down the street.
Taking out a piece of paper, he quickly jotted down a note about the theft in progress, wrapped it in a stone, and hurled it at the nearest guard’s feet. Shortly thereafter, the alarm sounded and the boy grabbed his pack and made his way back over the rooftops to the forests edge stopping briefly to set the larger of the packs down in front of the city orphanage.
Climbing into the trees, he made his way back to his camp in the clearing. Setting down his spoils he heard crying coming from the forest. Taking out his only weapon, a rusty rapier salvaged from a junk heap, he set off to find the source of the noise. Sitting a bit outside his camp a young woman about his own age sat up against a tree crying. Sitting above her in the tree, he thought to himself she must truly be upset not to notice anything.
He called out “What is wrong, and how did you get so deep into the forest alone.” Startled she started looking around quickly for the source of the voice. “Where are you?”
He let out a smile “Up here” he said as he swung down out of the trees. “Now what is wrong, come here follow me to my camp where we can talk.” Taking her hand, he led her towards his camp. “You are actually very lucky. Not many people venture this deep in the woods because it is very dangerous.”
“I really did not mean to go this deep into the woods, but I got lost and started running because I was afraid.” She replies “I see, but you know the best thing to do when you are afraid is to keep your calm and be rational. Fear never solves problems it only creates more problems.” He said.
They broke through the forest into a small clearing. “Here we are, my humble home, why don’t you take a seat over there I need to go sort my new supplies.” He said pointing to a stool sitting up over by a tent. Walking over he grabbed his pack and started going through it. He sat some bread and jam aside as well as a bottle of wine putting the rest away.
“Here have some bread and jam.” He said handing her some bread and a cup of wine. “My name is Maethor, what is yours”
“My name is Sersai. Thank you, I feel much better now.” She said looking around “Where did you get all this stuff?”
“I guess you could say I stole most of it.” Maethor replied. “Stealing is wrong you know.” she interrupted.
“That is the problem with so many people, judging me without knowing why I took it or the circumstances?” He said shaking his head. “Yes, I did steal it, and it was wrong, but I only took things as payment for preventing other thieves from taking the entire storehouse.” He sighed, “Besides is it wrong to steal to feed myself, or those like me who have grown up with no family. I give most of what I take to the kids on the street. I know it is wrong, but I know of no other way. That is enough about me; tell me why you were in the forest”
“I am sorry that I judged you, I grew up very sheltered from the world. That is actually the reason I ran away.” She sighed, “I overheard a plot by my father’s steward to assassinate the family. I was caught by the steward and barely escaped because of my training in the magical arts.” Putting her hands in her face crying, “I do not have the courage to go back, What if my father is dead because I ran?”
Maethor looked at the poor girl and said, “If you give up like that then your father is already dead.” Putting his hand on the girl’s shoulders he said in a clear tone “Do not ask for it, Go out and earn it.” The girl looked up at him “What does that mean?”
“It means that unless you try to go out and fight for what you believe in you will never know what is going to happen. Just whining and asking for help will never accomplish anything. If you want to save your father you have to face your fear and go back.” Maethor’s face lights up as he gets an idea and quickly stands up to say, “Here I will come with you.”
She looked up at him “You mean you will help me.” Shaking his head, he said, “No, this is something you will need to do for yourself. I will be there if your life is truly in danger.” He smiled “Do not worry, I have faith that you can overcome your fear and make this right, now come on we do not have any time to spare.” He said, already packing up supplies for the hike back to the city.
End Chapter 1