Prologue – Lysander

Lysander paced back and forth as he forced some bread into his mouth. Breakfast was important, but he didn’t feel hungry. The anxiety of what he was to face that day overpowered his basic needs.

But, he had to eat. It tasted plain, slightly salty from the butter he put on it

He was a tall young man, eighteen years old. His dark hair was somewhat long, reaching his shoulders. A ponytail tied the bangs and sides behind his head, the hair in the back let loose. They bobbed slightly up and down as he kept pacing. His eyes, a piercing brown, roamed the wooden furniture of the house he was living in. He was wearing simple, leather armour that covered his body. He was quite toned for his age, sporting lean muscles. As he paced back and forth, he walked next to the training weapons he used in sparring with his father.

“Today, uh?” He whispered to himself, excited.

He took his bag, a large leather backpack, from the table, before swallowing the last bite of bread. He took the water skin from his belt, drinking some of it before heading out. The pale light of the sun hit his face, making him squint slightly. It was just after dawn. The air was still cold from the early hour.

The town of Oar’s Rest was mostly quiet. The streets were half empty, only some shopkeepers, carrying around their wares, were walking towards their stores. Oar’s Rest was a small town, placed on a river. Its population barely reached a hundred. Most of the houses and shops were made of a mix of wood and stone, depending on the wealth of the owner, and formed an almost neat half-circle shape with the placement, the wide river acting as one of the sides.

 The blacksmith noticed Lysander and waved. “Hey kid!” He shouted. “Good luck out there!” The blacksmith was a kind, burly man. It was rumoured he had studied blacksmithing with the dwarves, and Lysander’s armour was his product. The blacksmith worked often for Lysander’s father too.

Lysander smiled widely and waved back. “Thanks, Cid!” He started running, unable to contain his excitement, his backpack jumping up and down as he jogged towards the gates of the town. The wooden walls surrounded the town neatly, with two guards keeping watch. He slowed down, walking past them.

He reached the glade just outside the town, where a flock of people was gathered. They were chatting at a low volume between each other. Four people were standing in front of the crowd, facing two figures; one was large man, holding a scroll. The man was Gann, the town’s mayor. He noticed Lysander arrive, pointing toward a spot to the left of the group of four youths. The other figure was wearing a long and flowing robe. His face was slightly angular, his ears pointy. He was bald, and seemed to be bored, standing next to Gann. He kept silent.

Lysander got into the line, recognizing the other four. Gann looked at the five before closing the scroll. “Today, you will start your path in life.” He said with a loud voice, the crowd falling silent. “Today, you are to choose what to make of your lives.” The speech was a well rehearsed one, held by him every year at the start of spring. The rite of passage. Despite the name, it was a quite simple occurrence for the town, and even then, it was mostly a formality for many people that attended it. Gann approached the first of the five. “What did you decide to do?” He asked the first, a young man. He was well built, with arms that easily rivalled Lysander’s. “I will become the apprentice of the blacksmith.” The first declared. He stepped back, after Gann nodded.

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 The second was a young woman, Ciara. She stood proud, wearing a long, brown robe. It was fairly simple. She had flowing red hair, growing past her shoulders. They looked somewhat messy. Her skin was fair, quite a contrast to Lysander’s tanned tone. The robe concealed much of her build, but she definitely had already blossomed as a woman. She was carrying a bag on her shoulders, and was clutching a book.  “I will become and adventurer.” She declared as she grasp the book tighter. Some of the people started murmuring, and she glanced towards Lysander, smiling to him. He looked at her and caught himself blushing slightly.

The process repeated twice, a young girl, deciding to become a weaver, and a young man, a bit on the chubby side, deciding to study under the town’s baker.

 Lysander stood still, waiting his turn. He felt calm, the anxiety of the morning banished. He watched Gann approach. “What about you, young man?” He asked with a smile. “Are you going to become a guard, like your father?” He asked, tilting his head slightly at the question. Lysander’s father, Adelbert, smiled towards his son from the crowd. He knew what his son’s reply would be. He was holding a large bundle in his arms. Lysander shook his head. “I’m going to become an adventurer.” He said with a beaming smile. That’s right, he though. This is where my life starts.

-Prologue End-

Name: Lysander | Race: Human | Age: 18 | Class: Novice | Level: N/A

Hp: 100/100

Hp recovery: 0.5/sec

MP: 60/60

Mp recovery: 0.15/sec

Stats:

Skill List

Strength

6

Simple Armour Proficiency 1

Dexterity

4

Simple Weapon Proficiency 1

Constitution

5

Intelligence

3

Wisdom

3

Luck

1