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Adalryk the Ranger

These are the words of Adalryk, called the Ranger. A youth, of the North, I am blonde and pale - with the beginnings of a beard, as is traditional. Having lost my father, presumably in the war - though that is less than certain - I greweth wild and wand'ring. Though I loved and respected my mother, I lacked the anchoring presence of a father-figure and thus, grew rootless. Every day, after chores and studies, I invariably sought out adventure in the woods. There I playeth as a soldier, a sorcerer, or a daredevil rogue. Between my hard work on the farm, and my hours of play I grew tall and broad of shoulder. I possess piercing blue eyes, with rings of greyish-green around the pupil. I aspireth to many things: to be a great swordsman, and a wise man of the wilds, perhaps even learning some arcane arts. I intend to unite the Kingdom, to protect mankind in these grim times.

Ranger Adalryk

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It was as I began mine sojourn towards town that I met Arminius the captain. He's a bull of a man, tall and hardened by campaigning since he was little older than I am now. Heavily scarred, too. He has a well trimmed beard, of a reddish-gold hue. And grey eyes that seem much older than his forty winters. I was just leaving home when the man reached the thresh hold of the old farm. "'Scuse me lad, knoweth thee of a man named Wulfhart?" he had inquired. When I told him that I ought to know mine own father he beamed wide and proclaimed "Aye! I can see it now, yer thine father's spitting image. A little older, a scar or two and a full beard and ye could be th' same gent!" Smiling, but a bit put off I thanked him and informed him that I hadn't seen father in many years. "That is a shame, lad - I owe him much, and more. Perhaps I can serve the father, by serving the son?" Having shared their many shared trials and tribulations, I could not very well refuse his kind offer. After all, this man's stories made it seem like father was not so far away.

Adalryk the Ranger Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

Reflections on your mother

Reflections on my mother

Mother tried so hard to help center me, sometimes she tried too hard. Though I never questioned thine love for me, mother, I would often rebel the harder you tried. It was like a game, and I regret having partaken in it. Had I known how short our time would be, perhaps I would have been a better son. More studious, considerate - there. It is a shame that I spent my days away, when I could have been home learning from you.