19. Introduction: Kendrick Llewellyn
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:33 pm
From: dmw71
To: Zhym
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Sent: Mon Oct 21, 2013 6:01 pm
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The Beginning
Summoned by the elders and pastor of his local church on the day of his twenty-third year of life, Kendrick expected anything but what actually happened. Surprised is not a strong enough word to describe his feelings after being informed by the church elders that he is "released" from his normal services. The words still ring in his head.
"You are skilled with your blade. It can serve you -- and us -- well, but first, you must go out and truly learn to use it."
Despite his initial protests, the committee is firm. Kendrick is to set off, on his own, and learn survival and other skills necessary to better prepare him for a life of service defending the church -- should he still desire that life after his year long exile was completed.
"Be well." says the head Pastor who tries to slip the youth some coin as Kendrick readies himself for departure. Of course, Kendrick would have none of it; insisting the coin be put to better use by serving the church's increasing list of needs. An appreciate nod assures the young knight that his wish will be the case.
While initially saddened at the thought of the change, the church enabling him to pursue tasks most suitable to his skill set fills him with excitement as he leaves his home village to considerable fanfare. While he always believed he was well liked, never did he realize how deeply he touched the lives of those he served and protected.
Leaving with nothing but what he already possessed, Kendrick departs the village he has called home for his entire life.
The main path exiting his village is to the east and, having not been issued clear direction or instruction, he continues in this direction. Eventually, this village is lost to view as he turns his head to look back.
Alone.
Kendrick continues east. Further than he had ever dared venture before.
'No turning back now.' he thinks to himself. As night begins to fall on day one, he quickly realizes how real the situation is. It gets cold at night, and he also suffers from pangs of hunger. While able to forage enough to satisfy his basic sustenance, he quickly begins to wonder how far the single gold piece in his possession will get him? The need to find additional funds quickly moves to the top of his list of priorities. Not for wealth, of course, but for basic survival and, perhaps, some simple comforts.
Two more days pass without sign of another town and he quickly begins to realize how remote his home village really was. That, or everything he would have needed was west. Or north. Or south. Or any other direction he could have gone. His mind begins to fill with doubts: 'What have I done?' 'Am I doing the right thing?'
What is that sound?
Kendrick listens more closely. Running water, of course... it has to be. He's shaken out of any hint of wonder and increases his pace as he moves in the general direction of this water sound. The sound is more northeast than east, but Kendrick thinks it better to stick to the worn path he's been following and cut north as he gets closer.
Following this sound, the young knight realizes he is quickly approaching a drop. Either the land further east is recessed or he is on some elevation, but working his way to the edge of the cliff and working his way north, towards the source of the sound, is is plan of action.
Movement.
He squints his eyes in the late afternoon sun. Yes, there are several forms up ahead that are actively moving. Undeterred from his course, Kendrick continues to approach. As he draws nearer, the situation he's stumbled upon becomes more obvious:
A deer or some other natural wildlife creature has been captured in a snare and is down on its side, but still moving. A pack of small humanoids -- maybe a half dozen in number -- are standing over this trapped animal, poking and prodding it with spears, which Kendrick quickly realizes might be javelins or spears. The creatures, if not goblins, are dead ringers for them from his studies, and, at least for a moment, Kendrick allows himself to get caught up in the excitement of finally encountering one of these creatures in real life instead of only having them described to him by an elder. He questions what goblins are doing out in sunlight, but quickly shuts off the academic side of his brain once he realizes these creatures he's spied have also detected his presence.
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You suspect only about 50' separate you from these evil creatures.
Go ahead and provide me with any action you'd like to take and also include a 1d10 roll for initiative, just in case.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
To: Zhym
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Sent: Mon Oct 21, 2013 6:01 pm
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The Beginning
Summoned by the elders and pastor of his local church on the day of his twenty-third year of life, Kendrick expected anything but what actually happened. Surprised is not a strong enough word to describe his feelings after being informed by the church elders that he is "released" from his normal services. The words still ring in his head.
"You are skilled with your blade. It can serve you -- and us -- well, but first, you must go out and truly learn to use it."
Despite his initial protests, the committee is firm. Kendrick is to set off, on his own, and learn survival and other skills necessary to better prepare him for a life of service defending the church -- should he still desire that life after his year long exile was completed.
"Be well." says the head Pastor who tries to slip the youth some coin as Kendrick readies himself for departure. Of course, Kendrick would have none of it; insisting the coin be put to better use by serving the church's increasing list of needs. An appreciate nod assures the young knight that his wish will be the case.
While initially saddened at the thought of the change, the church enabling him to pursue tasks most suitable to his skill set fills him with excitement as he leaves his home village to considerable fanfare. While he always believed he was well liked, never did he realize how deeply he touched the lives of those he served and protected.
Leaving with nothing but what he already possessed, Kendrick departs the village he has called home for his entire life.
The main path exiting his village is to the east and, having not been issued clear direction or instruction, he continues in this direction. Eventually, this village is lost to view as he turns his head to look back.
Alone.
Kendrick continues east. Further than he had ever dared venture before.
'No turning back now.' he thinks to himself. As night begins to fall on day one, he quickly realizes how real the situation is. It gets cold at night, and he also suffers from pangs of hunger. While able to forage enough to satisfy his basic sustenance, he quickly begins to wonder how far the single gold piece in his possession will get him? The need to find additional funds quickly moves to the top of his list of priorities. Not for wealth, of course, but for basic survival and, perhaps, some simple comforts.
Two more days pass without sign of another town and he quickly begins to realize how remote his home village really was. That, or everything he would have needed was west. Or north. Or south. Or any other direction he could have gone. His mind begins to fill with doubts: 'What have I done?' 'Am I doing the right thing?'
What is that sound?
Kendrick listens more closely. Running water, of course... it has to be. He's shaken out of any hint of wonder and increases his pace as he moves in the general direction of this water sound. The sound is more northeast than east, but Kendrick thinks it better to stick to the worn path he's been following and cut north as he gets closer.
Following this sound, the young knight realizes he is quickly approaching a drop. Either the land further east is recessed or he is on some elevation, but working his way to the edge of the cliff and working his way north, towards the source of the sound, is is plan of action.
Movement.
He squints his eyes in the late afternoon sun. Yes, there are several forms up ahead that are actively moving. Undeterred from his course, Kendrick continues to approach. As he draws nearer, the situation he's stumbled upon becomes more obvious:
A deer or some other natural wildlife creature has been captured in a snare and is down on its side, but still moving. A pack of small humanoids -- maybe a half dozen in number -- are standing over this trapped animal, poking and prodding it with spears, which Kendrick quickly realizes might be javelins or spears. The creatures, if not goblins, are dead ringers for them from his studies, and, at least for a moment, Kendrick allows himself to get caught up in the excitement of finally encountering one of these creatures in real life instead of only having them described to him by an elder. He questions what goblins are doing out in sunlight, but quickly shuts off the academic side of his brain once he realizes these creatures he's spied have also detected his presence.
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You suspect only about 50' separate you from these evil creatures.
Go ahead and provide me with any action you'd like to take and also include a 1d10 roll for initiative, just in case.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask.