dman2life
10-07-2011, 02:50 AM
Everyone knows what their own characters do everyday as they play them, but what about all of those NPC's we see? What do they think, feel and do when we're not around? These are their lives- these are their stories.
Hawklore, a peaceful, loving town. It was nice, quiet, and pleasant, especially now that those nasty Giants were gone. Indeed, Hawklore was the place to live a nice, cozy life in.
Galadin was a normal boy. He was slightly energetic, and loved to play with his pet dog, Rufus. His dad owned the local stables, where he often hung out and helped run. One day, Galadin knew he would own the stables, and then his son would help him out! That's the way it always was here in Hawklore.
Anyway, Galadin was currently running towards the stables. His dad was out with the hired hands searching for wild horses to tame. They had found a promising lead in the Westwold forests, and were hoping to get a new stallion. That way, they could breed the horse with the mares they bought from a peddler last week.
So, Galadin was running full speed to the stables to watch over them for his dad. His trusted companion, Rufus the Dog, ran along side him, his tongue flapping out of his mouth to the side. Galadin would make his dad proud, and do his best to take care of everything.
---
Galadin was bored! He had been sitting here for what had to have been hours, just simply waiting for his dad to return. Sadly, it had only been 30 minutes in reality. Still, that was way to long, and Galadin needed something to do besides watch out for this rusty old piece of garbage!
Still, the boy knew his dad would be awfully upset if he left, so he persevered.
Slowly, Galadin drifted off into sleep.
---
Several hours passed by, before Galadin was awoken to a loud crash. Jerking up in his seat in the rocking chair, the child rushed outside to see what the ruckus was.
It was his dad. Bloody.
"Dad!" He screamed, his voice high-pitched with fear as he rushed forward, "W-what happened?" The boy grabbed on to his father's dirty shirt as the older man grimaced and spat out some blood.
"Goblins. Cave goblins, one of the Hands told us. They... hurt several of our men, and the mage protecting us... had to leave after healing us the best he could."
Galadin wasn't that naive. Though his dad did not want to say it, the child knew what had happened. It always ended up like this. Galadin feared his dad might not return sometimes. Something always happened out there. It was either Goblins, or the horses managed to escape. Ever since Balack died, though, the Goblin attacks had begun to be less frequent. Still, the Goblins were way to strong for normal people. Maybe adventurers could stop them with ease, but most people would die if they tried to fight these vile beasts.
"How many were there," Galadin asked at last in a small voice.
"Three."
"How many people died?"
"All of them but Bill and I."
Then, there was silence as they trekked back into town. The local Seer had some powers of restoration, and she was always willing to help out the locals for a discounted price. Still, Galadin mourned for the loss of those good men and women. Their families would never know what happened to them.
Hawklore, a peaceful, loving town. It was nice, quiet, and pleasant, especially now that those nasty Giants were gone. Indeed, Hawklore was the place to live a nice, cozy life in.
Galadin was a normal boy. He was slightly energetic, and loved to play with his pet dog, Rufus. His dad owned the local stables, where he often hung out and helped run. One day, Galadin knew he would own the stables, and then his son would help him out! That's the way it always was here in Hawklore.
Anyway, Galadin was currently running towards the stables. His dad was out with the hired hands searching for wild horses to tame. They had found a promising lead in the Westwold forests, and were hoping to get a new stallion. That way, they could breed the horse with the mares they bought from a peddler last week.
So, Galadin was running full speed to the stables to watch over them for his dad. His trusted companion, Rufus the Dog, ran along side him, his tongue flapping out of his mouth to the side. Galadin would make his dad proud, and do his best to take care of everything.
---
Galadin was bored! He had been sitting here for what had to have been hours, just simply waiting for his dad to return. Sadly, it had only been 30 minutes in reality. Still, that was way to long, and Galadin needed something to do besides watch out for this rusty old piece of garbage!
Still, the boy knew his dad would be awfully upset if he left, so he persevered.
Slowly, Galadin drifted off into sleep.
---
Several hours passed by, before Galadin was awoken to a loud crash. Jerking up in his seat in the rocking chair, the child rushed outside to see what the ruckus was.
It was his dad. Bloody.
"Dad!" He screamed, his voice high-pitched with fear as he rushed forward, "W-what happened?" The boy grabbed on to his father's dirty shirt as the older man grimaced and spat out some blood.
"Goblins. Cave goblins, one of the Hands told us. They... hurt several of our men, and the mage protecting us... had to leave after healing us the best he could."
Galadin wasn't that naive. Though his dad did not want to say it, the child knew what had happened. It always ended up like this. Galadin feared his dad might not return sometimes. Something always happened out there. It was either Goblins, or the horses managed to escape. Ever since Balack died, though, the Goblin attacks had begun to be less frequent. Still, the Goblins were way to strong for normal people. Maybe adventurers could stop them with ease, but most people would die if they tried to fight these vile beasts.
"How many were there," Galadin asked at last in a small voice.
"Three."
"How many people died?"
"All of them but Bill and I."
Then, there was silence as they trekked back into town. The local Seer had some powers of restoration, and she was always willing to help out the locals for a discounted price. Still, Galadin mourned for the loss of those good men and women. Their families would never know what happened to them.