Recruitment Day (Part 1)

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(AN:  I’m still working on figuring out the main story so this is just a taste of what this world is like.)

“I am a monster?  Who knows?  I’ve been called many things: hero, sociopath, psychopath, protector, and son.  You choose which to call me, for I am in no position to name myself.  The only name I know that is truly mine is Nesathion.”

~Nesathion Sangne

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Side Stories

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Hello Readers.  Even if there is almost zero readers right now I still want to keep in touch with you guys.  I’ve been on a road trip visiting family for the past couple days and it will continue for about a week.  This will give me very little opportunities to write anything but I’m still working on content.  In fact I just started a new post that will hopefully be done in a few days.

Right now Randir’s story requires a lot of forethought so I’ll need to plan ahead before I lay down anything major.  So in the mean time I’ll write up some simple side stories to help give a little background for the world around the main plot.

The first side story I’ll be posting is from The Song of Sangne.  Although I haven’t managed to post anything for the main story line I hope that this side story will help the reader understand the world better for when I finally start that series rolling.

Thank you for your time, and attention.  I hope you enjoy my future projects.

Tools of the Trade

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Stenmar’s philosophy when it came to equipment involves caring for your tools like you would protect your life.  His rationale was that your equipment supports every job they are designed for and are quite often the reason you can return home safely.  With this reasoning he had decided to build me a full kit of weapons and armor.  His only problem was that he didn’t know what kinds I’ll need.

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Lay of the Land

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A new home?  It feels more like I’ve been inducted into the military.  Since the day Stenmar invited me into his home six years have already passed.  Although I’m only a child Stenmar decided to train me in the field of survival.  Rui loaned a hand when it came to combat techniques since his style of  fighting fit me better than Stenmar’s.  Rui favored bows and lighter blades, rather than Stenmar’s straight forward method of bashing things over the head with a large hammer.  Rui often praised my aptitude for stealth and archery, though my skill is far overshadowed by my terrible luck.  Whenever I gained the perfect opportunity to stealthily take down a wild animal; I would do something stupid like tripping on grass, or fall from a tree branch.

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