Hey guys! Long time no post! Along with some projects that I’ve been working on Qubicle during my…absence (relevant but off-topic (oxymoron wtf), what happened to the weekly contests?)… you may recall that about a week before the posting of this I wrote a little in the “What would you name your kingdom?” about a D&D world I was cooking up. While it may never see the light of day, I did want to give it at least some sort of story to go alongside it. (Side note: I wasn’t sure if I was to put it in Fan Media or not. Correct me on this if it’s not where it should be!)
Don’t worry, the only references to D&D in this thing will most likely be different monsters and the like, as most things in this story that would be convential D&D or RPG things have some type of twist to them. This also isn’t a cohesive “lore background thing” either. This is just a work-in-progress story that I might be able to update every so often. It would help if I had some critique on this, preferrably something after each chapter or so. Hopefully, I’ll also keep these chapters brief, as I don’t want to bore with two and a half walls of text…like this intro is turning out to be. Anyway, I present to you, Fletcher.
Prologue, Part One: Humble Beginnings
While most people choose not to believe it, Peolos is at war. It’s never out in the open, the king sends out spies and assassins every day, hoping to catch some politician or criminal in some felony or lechery. If the spies come back with nothing, they die. The king sends out someone else to do the job with the wisdom to not come back empty handed. Those that catch on to his plan soon become targets and, too, are killed in time. It doesn’t matter how important or rich the person is, all that matters is that by sunrise they aren’t breathing. And do you know what the best part is? Peolos is at war with itself.
There is some counter movement against this, though. The Resistance is dedicated to combating this, by any means necessary. When I was involved with them, their actions seemed fair. Noblemen that sided with the king would be assaulted in the streets and convinced not to side with him any more. The king had his ways, and the Resistance had theirs. It wasn’t until it was too late that I recognized their folly. However, to understand that, I have to start from the beginning. My parents, Percival and Corrine migrated to the village of Stonesbrook in Shaalier in 1582, and on the 83rd day of the Month of Toil in the year 1584, I was born and named Quentin Thomas Fletcher.
We were very much out of place, as humans in an all-elf community. Though, in time, we were in good standing with the rest of the village. Before my parents migrated, my dad was an arrow fletcher by trade. He actually served the Peolos militia until he and his wife were “banished for treason.” That’s how the old king worked. If he wanted someone to disappear, he was gracious enough to not kill them but instead ruin their reputation. Even today, my dad won’t tell me what he knew that warranted his disappearance, but I don’t pry. After that scene, he and his wife took a caravan with what little possessions the old king let them keep and arrived in Stonesbrook. Stonesbrook, being right on the edge of the Jaded Forest, was a prime place to fletch arrows for hunters. He offered his service and what little odd-jobs he could handle, and the locals treated him nice enough. My mom took to caring for a garden and preparing meals every night, but after I was born that was barely managable. Dad was still fletching arrows, every day, which left only my mom at home to watch over me. It was tough, but to help soothe me she played many different melodies on her flute. She used to be a bard, before the old king banished them, and did many street performances to supplement what my dad was making. When I was about eight or nine, she handed her flute to me and began teaching me how to play it. It turns out that I was a pretty good bard too.
That’s it for now, I’ll have more tomorrow, hopefully. Tel me what you think in the replies, and give me some constructive criticism!