What can I say? Most guys my age had already moved into their own place, and were starting their families. I had always been a mamma's boy and hadn't really pushed to leave home. Then, my pa started putting more and more responsibility on me. That didn't settle too well with me, and I ended up mouthing off at the wrong time. It started with that, and the response I got was the whole 'My life isn't good enough for you?' speech. That was the kicker. We yelled back and forth for a while, before I had just had enough and stormed off to my room, grabbed my belongings, and just took off. Sure, it was wrong at the time, leaving them with just my two little brothers and a Dwarven friend to run the farm. My brothers were 12 and 7 and hadn't learned all they needed too to help out effectively, and a Dwarf doesn't usually have the patience that farming demands.
I left that town with nothing but the clothes on my back and a sword that I spent my life savings on that can't even compare to the daggers I carry around now. The Dwarf had taught me the basics of swinging a weapon, though most of it was with a hammer or axe, not the greatsword I favored, but I made due. Over the first month I was able to pick up a bit of work here and there as a debt collector of sorts. I am pleased to say I never had to draw a weapon, just showing up made most of them fork over the payment. I was able to pick up some armor here and there as well, slowly working on getting the full platemail I really wanted. After that was accomplished, I decided that I was ready for my first real 'adventure.'
I hadn't been out and about for more than a week before I came walking into some town as small as my own, when I found a crowd of people yelling and throwing rocks at someone. Now, I don't like it when people are getting hurt for no good reason, and went to find out what was going on. Wouldn't you know, those people were about to burn a girl at the stake because she had 'dark skin.' I don't know about you, but I was taught in Temple that everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt till they prove otherwise, so I bullied my way through the crowd and finally got to the front of 'em all. There in front of me was this poor girl hooded and tied to the stake crying her eyes out. What the hell is wrong with some people? This girl had clearly not done anything wrong; the people were just acting like savages! I ran up and cut her down, and she just slumped over in my arms. The people weren't too happy with me and started pelting me with the rocks! Man, I thought people were more civilized here in the Heartlands. I picked her up, and with angry glares and some harsh words, parted the crowd and walked out of town. As I was walking, her hood fell back to reveal a beautiful woman with almost jet black skin and pure white hair. I finally realized what she was, and was a little startled, to say the least. I had heard of drow, but had never seen one before, and was at a loss for what to do when she finally came too.
All I could muster was a weak 'Are you all right?' before she got this big smile on her face and gave me a big hug. Admittedly, it was awkward, but I couldn't refuse a beautiful woman giving me a hug. After making sure she could walk, I set her down and we kept on our way back to my previous camp from the night before. She started talking up a storm about how she was just in town to sing at a couple of the taverns, claiming to be a bard. I listened to her tale and after we got back to camp, bandaged her wounds the best I could. It was kind of hard to concentrate on what I was doing, 'cause my eyes kept wondering. She was so exotic and beautiful I almost lost my composure. She either didn't notice because she was still going on, or she didn't mind. I finally got my wits enough to ask for a song, and she immediately started singing a most enjoyable song that she claimed was sung to her by her mother when she was young. She also showed off the arm length tattoo of the lullaby as well. It was then I surmised, and later clarified, that she was a half-elf. Realizing I hadn't introduced myself, I told her my name was Dirk Anselm, to which she seemed pleased to know. She then introduced herself as Gwendolyn. I don't want to seem sappy, but that just happens to be one of my favorite names in the whole world. The first being Jennifer, but I of course didn't tell her that.
That night, I let her get some sleep while I took watch all night over her. I was unable to sleep, contemplating how infatuated I had become in just a few short hours, and how anyone would want to hurt such a beautiful and polite person. The next morning she decided that she wanted to stay with me for a while to at least compose some great song of how I rescued her from certain death. While I was embarrassed by the prospect of having a song made about me, I was more than thrilled that she wanted to stay.
We spent the next several months on small adventures here and there, all the while becoming fast friends. It was amazing the amount of hatred that was focused on her because of her heritage, and equally amazing how quiet they all kept in my presence. Being this big has more advantages than not. Well, that's how we ended up meeting, and we have been together ever since. That must be about a year and a half by now, and if you want to know anything else, you will need to buy me another drink.
The Massive Sword sheathed behind him boggles the mind, for it is easily as tall as he. This alone makes you wonder how he would draw such a thing, but as soon as you get a better look your questions regarding its use vanish. The entire guard and handle seem to be a dragons body. The sheath is open around the head allowing for it to be veiwed, the head seems to be kinked inside the finely crafted and decorated sheath as if to hold the sheath secure around the blade which cannot be seen, the neck extends down to the shoulders which are attached to outstreched wings making up the guard, from the shoulders down the body and tale make up the handle which ends in the tale wrapping around an enormous pearl.You wonder what amazing heroic deed he must have done to earn such a treasure, as well as what powerful magic created such an artifact.
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