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Cronus the Wanderer

I am Cronus.

The once-a-brother of a sister died too young, whose name I am too young to remember, the only son of mine Mother the farmer, the light of my life now gone but never extinguished, and mine Father the soldier, leaving behind nothing but His smile and the sight of His back as He marched to His end.

Our time together as a Family, short but everlasting.

I remember back when I was but a young child, already taller than most of my age, yet thinner.

As I grew into adulthood, many will say that I bear the likeness of mine Mother. Tall, slender body, long, unruly hair, somewhat fair-skinned for a son of a widow farmer. One can almost mistake me for a woman if not for the thin mustache I have, the only likeness of mine Father I bear.

Many things I hold dear, now lost. The Mother I have known for sixteen years, for all of my life, has slept Her last. Her passing saddened me greatly, but I found solace in the knowledge that She has joined mine Father in peace.

I was once a son, now a man I have became. Leaving behind the world that I knew, to Wander the world I will live, seeking knowledges, seeking a purpose.

And perhaps glory and power along the way.

I am Cronus, the Wanderer of Life. Wheresoever go this path of mine, may I walk it without regret.

Wanderer Cronus

A Sentimental Value

Many would say that I was fortunate to know mine Parents, Their love and scolding, as it was always a luxury in time of war and famine.

Of that, I am eternally grateful.

But no small grief I have for a sister I barely knew. Of her, only two things mine Mother would ever spoke; her eyes, blue like mine Father, and a ring, a gift from a Mother to Her Daughter.

Of mine Mother and Father, I need neither portrait nor relic of Them, for They stay always in mine heart.

But of mine sister, I keep her ring in her memories, however scant they are. In the hope that someday, I would gift this ring to my daughter. A gift from a Father's Sister to His Daughter.

Cronus the Wanderer Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

Advisor Description

It was in the light of day, under the shade of an old willow that he first greeted me. This man who introduced himself as a brother-in-arms of mine Father. The simple robe he wore, in stark contrast with his demeanor. Like a hunter waiting for his target.

Been watching me from afar, he has for a while. Without me knowing, he thought. Not entirely wrong, I say.

I know him. In the rare time of peace between ceaseless wars, mine Father sometimes invited his fellow soldier for a feast. Some He called brother, this man was one of them. Often, late in the night, after generous feast and several helpings of mead, mine Father will regale me with tales from the battlefield. Tales that oftentimes made mine Mother frown, either by the vivid violence or some other kind of inappropriateness therein. I always thought they were interesting, though sometimes grisly.

Of this particular man, he scarcely made himself known, if ever. Unlike most of mine Father's 'brothers', this man is quiet, almost too quiet for a soldier. Yet oftentimes I find his gaze landed upon me, as if a jeweler appraising a rough gem.

The same gaze he now give me. Many times more intense than ever.

I do find some relief in seeing a familiar face so far from home, yet I can not say that I am happy to meet him. He brushes off my pleasantries and told me straight away that he *will* help me any way he could. To what end, I decide. In what way, he decides.

His purpose, I know little. His intention, I can guess.

Trust is something we can do better, but I will not look a gift horse in the mouth. For now, I will learn what I could, and let Fate decide the rest.

Wanderer Cronus

The Resurrection of Cronus the Wanderer. I, Cronus, have died but am alive again! I seek redemption for mine downfalls, it is mine 1st falling from the end in view I should have.

Wanderer Cronus

Breath of life comes to Cronus the Wanderer. I am still Cronus the Wanderer even if this adventure of life doth maketh me astounded the 2nd time over.

Cronus the Wanderer

Reflections On Your Mother

Mine Mother, the light of my life.

Truly, no words could ever be adequate enough to express how much I miss her and how far I would go just to see her smile one more time.

How she used to caress me before I sleep, how she used to kiss my forehead while tucking me under the blanket.

Mother, watch me always and guide me from Above.

Cronus Wanderer

Message to Advisor

A fellow soldier of kingliness…

Today, I was doing my best to know the town I'm in, got myself some meals, a humble room, a good bath, and some applaud from tavern patrons by showing them an old trick of mine Father.

Perhaps you too have seen it?

Spending my day learning various skills that may be essential in the coming days. It was unfortunate that local body guild found me somewhat too physically weak to begin. I have to put your advice on physical training on hold for the time being.

I am eager to hear more advices from you as to how I can better myself with these skills I have learned.

A fellow soldier of kingliness…

Cronus Wanderer Text RPG MMORPG & Play Post

I, Cronus known as the Wanderer, have graduated from the Plebeian Language Skill training.