Post by Avenlia Silvershade on Jan 1, 2008 8:53:10 GMT -5
Greetings fellows.
My name is Avenlia Silvershade and I'm born in the great city of Thais.
By now I am sixteen winters and five full moons old.
I will now tell you about my past which started in the very beginning of my life.
My family and I lived in a cottage, built by my father, right east of the eastern gate of Thais. We could not afford to live in the city, but we managed fairly good. My dad helped other peoples from the slums building houses for a low amount of gold pieces, while my mom was home cooking and washing. I usually hang around my mother, since the girls was not meant to do other things than housekeeping, but every time my dad was going out hunting I tried to sneak out and join him. This, however, did never work. He always caught me just minutes after we left home. But I felt a rising interest for the art of bow and arrow, and soon I didn't do anything at the night, but thinking about sneaking out and use it. It didn't take long time before I took action. I silently moved across the floor and grabbed the bow and the arrow quiver with the self made arrows inside.
I opened the door and moved into the dark night. I ran into the forest. I ran in minutes, or maybe hours, before I finally stopped. I looked up on the highest tree I could see, and I spotted a chestnut. I lifted the bow and grabbed an arrow from the quiver. I slowly laid the arrow down on the bow before I spent it. I aimed the very best I could. Svissj. The arrow struck the nut and penetrated the thin shell. I felt the adrenalin rushing through me, when I heard a scream. A scream so crushing and painful that I had to cover my ears. It was not before it stopped before I noticed something terrible. It was my moms voice.
Slaughter. Slaughter it was. The first thing I noticed when I saw the house, was the door. Not opened, neither closed. Just smashed down so the door handle was the only thing left proving that it once was a door. I stepped through the door opening and I screamed. A silent scream, a scream only I heard. My parents was stuck in the wall. Hanging there as house decoration with several bolts through their neck, chest and legs. Their eyes where ripped out and replaced with glass. From that time I had no home. And I didn't even know if I could call anything home anymore.
For years I ran around in the forest with my dads bow, hunting and eating raw flesh. I had no money, but as I grew I understood that I had to do something with my life. I started to hunt dark spawn which I before escaped from. When I killed, I cried, not for the dying, but for the living. I wanted revenge over the murderers. But while I slaughtered camps with trolls, or sometimes orcs, I found treasures. I started to gain more money and soon I could spend them on better bows, better arrows and better armory. But I will kill stronger enemies and I will make friendships. I'm tired of being lonely, left in the forests eating raw flesh. And that's why I'm requesting to join the Society of the Black Rose.
Sincerely,
Avenlia Silvershade.
My name is Avenlia Silvershade and I'm born in the great city of Thais.
By now I am sixteen winters and five full moons old.
I will now tell you about my past which started in the very beginning of my life.
My family and I lived in a cottage, built by my father, right east of the eastern gate of Thais. We could not afford to live in the city, but we managed fairly good. My dad helped other peoples from the slums building houses for a low amount of gold pieces, while my mom was home cooking and washing. I usually hang around my mother, since the girls was not meant to do other things than housekeeping, but every time my dad was going out hunting I tried to sneak out and join him. This, however, did never work. He always caught me just minutes after we left home. But I felt a rising interest for the art of bow and arrow, and soon I didn't do anything at the night, but thinking about sneaking out and use it. It didn't take long time before I took action. I silently moved across the floor and grabbed the bow and the arrow quiver with the self made arrows inside.
I opened the door and moved into the dark night. I ran into the forest. I ran in minutes, or maybe hours, before I finally stopped. I looked up on the highest tree I could see, and I spotted a chestnut. I lifted the bow and grabbed an arrow from the quiver. I slowly laid the arrow down on the bow before I spent it. I aimed the very best I could. Svissj. The arrow struck the nut and penetrated the thin shell. I felt the adrenalin rushing through me, when I heard a scream. A scream so crushing and painful that I had to cover my ears. It was not before it stopped before I noticed something terrible. It was my moms voice.
Slaughter. Slaughter it was. The first thing I noticed when I saw the house, was the door. Not opened, neither closed. Just smashed down so the door handle was the only thing left proving that it once was a door. I stepped through the door opening and I screamed. A silent scream, a scream only I heard. My parents was stuck in the wall. Hanging there as house decoration with several bolts through their neck, chest and legs. Their eyes where ripped out and replaced with glass. From that time I had no home. And I didn't even know if I could call anything home anymore.
For years I ran around in the forest with my dads bow, hunting and eating raw flesh. I had no money, but as I grew I understood that I had to do something with my life. I started to hunt dark spawn which I before escaped from. When I killed, I cried, not for the dying, but for the living. I wanted revenge over the murderers. But while I slaughtered camps with trolls, or sometimes orcs, I found treasures. I started to gain more money and soon I could spend them on better bows, better arrows and better armory. But I will kill stronger enemies and I will make friendships. I'm tired of being lonely, left in the forests eating raw flesh. And that's why I'm requesting to join the Society of the Black Rose.
Sincerely,
Avenlia Silvershade.
