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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DerianCypher" data-source="post: 231711" data-attributes="member: 883">Artimus Al'Ulfgar (Part 2)(Thanks for the feedback and just for clarification, yes, Artimus is my PC in another person's  campaign and this is from his POV)Slowly, I stood up and looked down and my father and wiped my face. Father had always spoken of how all the true nobles were always brave. It’s my turn to be brave now. Quickly I went and grabbed my father’s pack and ran. As I ran I heard the sounds of dogs barking in the distance behind me. I ran and ran until my lungs burned furiously from running so hard. I stopped for a moment and looked around to gain my bearings. I had run south and was about 2 miles from where my father lay. I remembered that there was a road about a half-mile east of where I was and that it led into the next city.With all the determination I could muster I started walking for the road at a fair pace. I walked for about a half hour until I reached it and when I did there were about a half dozen men on horses walking down it. I emerged from the forest about 5 feet in front of the lead man. I was bruised and battered from my headlong rush into the woods and quite ready to collapse from exhaustion. The lead man reared up his horse and shouted at me, “Out of the way child!”I stepped further into the road so that the man could pass on my right. He walked his horse up to me so that I stood at his foot and looked down on me. He wore a chain shirt and heavy leather pants. At his waste he wore a longsword and a dagger. He said slowly, “Dear Child, what’s happened to you? Where are your parents?”At this point I could not hold in what happened anymore. Tears rushed from my eyes and I begin babbling about how my parents had been killed and how I had run for my life and how the bad bad men had attacked the city. The man tried to take everything in but by this point my speech was going so fast no one was able to understand me. The man slowly dismounted and fell to a knee and looked me in the eye and said, “What’s your name, child?”Sniffing once I raised my chin and said, “I am Artimus Al’Ulfgar.”The man grinned at me and said, “Alright, well, I’m Thomas. Now Artimus, slowly tell me what happened.”Holding back the tears I slowly began to explain to him the days events. Slowly his face darkened as my tale wove on. I left no detail out. At last when my tale was done he stood up and looked to his comrades that were standing about waiting on him and nodded. With a grim look on his face he said, “Artimus, it isn’t safe for you here. Those men will most likely try to find you and kill you. They won’t want any witnesses to what they’ve done. Likely everyone else who has tried to escape is already dead. I am going to take you into the city, you’ll be safe there.” He slowly mounted up as his comrades began to check that their weapons were clear in their sheaths. He leaned over from his horse and picked me up and placed me in the saddle in front of him. He put a protective arm and around me and started his horse off at a trot towards the city. From about this point my memory begins to blur a bit.The next thing that I remember is waking up in a bed. The room I awoke in was well decorated with a desk next to a window on one wall and a small washbasin stand on the other. I was laying in a bed that was against the wall with the door near the head of it. Sitting at the desk was the man I had come to know as Thomas with his feet propped up against the bed with a book in hand. His eyes were scanning down the page slowly and a small smile adorned his face. My eyes fell to the cover of the book. He was reading “The tales of Simon the Adventurer.” I smiled softly in memory of the book. My father and I had read the book together many times. I sat up slowly and wiped the sleep from my eyes and glanced around the room briefly before I heard Thomas say, “Well, welcome back to the world of the conscious.” I turned to him and smiled at him and climbed out of the bed. Looking down I saw my feet were bare. I quickly scanned the room for my things and saw my boots along with my pack near the base of the bed. I walked over to Thomas and said, “Thomas, where are we?” He closed the book and put it on the desk. He brought his feet off the bed and leaned over and so that his face was closer to my level, “Well, we’re in the city of Mystarra. Currently, we’re staying in an inn called the Golden Goose.” The smile faded off my face as I came to the realization of what had happened. Until then it had been a blur and I hadn’t really comprehended it. “Thomas,” I asked, “what is going to happen to me?”He sighed and looked at me and said, “Well, I think I am going to have to bring you to the orphanage.”I almost burst into tears at the thought of going to an orphanage. The orphanage was the thing that mother’s used to quiet rowdy children, or to threaten a child who is misbehaving. The orphanage is not a place good little boys went to, only the horrible ones went there. I threw myself forward and hugged his leg and said, “No, no, no! You can’t send me there! I can go with you! I’ll care for your horses! I can do that! I know how to clean armor and weapons! Please! ANYTHING but the orphanage!”He hoisted me up onto his lap and cradled me in his arms and rocked me back and forth slowly and said, “There there child, if you don’t want to go to the orphanage that badly I suppose I could take you with me. My friends my not be so pleased but I can take you. So long as you work hard and when your old enough learn to fight I will take you.”Emphatically I nodded my head and said, “Yes yes! I’ll work hard and I’ll learn! I promise!”And so my fate was sealed. I went with the mercenary Thomas. First to work hard, then to fight hard. Very soon after that eve I began learning how to wield a pair of retractable bladed gauntlets. The things were much to large as they had come off a man who decided he wanted to kill the man Thomas and his group had pledged to protect. Unfortunately, they would get much use on my hands.</blockquote>

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