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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lot" data-source="post: 3926673" data-attributes="member: 23740">Lokin grins."Well, adventuring will lead to your end just as quickly as making war.  You'll just die richer and probably more interestingly.  Still, I like the lifestyle, despite my complaints.  Being a soldier was most of the danger of adventuring with very little of the benefits.  My first combat ever, I was fourteen years old.  I was standing in a row of men armed with sharpened wooden sticks hoping not to get run down by an armored horse.  It was a mercenary band recruitng local farmers to be a diversion against the enemy cavalry.  Fodder, plain and simple.  Even when I had learned a few things and gotten actual weapons and armor, every fight was just an extension of that first one.  Just trying to stay alive as people ranked above me decided how expendable I was.  Even with complaints, my life has improved amazingly since I started this line of work."He grabs another drink from a waiter passing by, sipping the beverage."I've never eaten better, had nice things, or met more interesting people since I left that mercenary band.  I just like to warn idealists like yourself about the realities of this type of work.  I'm still pretty new to it, so it wasn't long ago I thought it was going to be all glory and riches.  My first experience almost bleeding out from an orcish axe wound or dealing with the rare pleasure of centipede venom quickly taught me an important lesson."Lokin pauses, then smiles."Sorry to have gone off like that.  You should talk to some of these other, 'real' adventurers.  They have amazing powers and abilities.  I'm just a farmer's son who decided to pick up a sword instead of a pitchfork."</blockquote>

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