EtherealElvenEmpress
If you think I’m cool I’m just as cool on discord
- Joined
- Oct 24, 2022
- Location
- The center of the universe
@Moonfire
Hector had grown up on a family farm. He had a natural talent for dealing with the animals, being able to calm them when they were distressed. Beyond the farm was a wild forest and as he grew older he had to learn fighting skills to deal with orcs that would try to raid from the forest.
During the Orc Wars he had joined the army, where after more training he became a scout for an elite hit-squad that was formed to eradicate goblin and orc bandits. They disbanded after the war and he spent the next 10 years or so wandering the outlying land and helping villages with their monster problems or acting as a guard on supply caravans travelling near the still dangerous woods and forests.
Today he was getting ready to join a caravan that was gathering in the next town. It was carrying furs and metal ores and some gemstones from the northern mountains to the capital in the south. He had made camp in a small dell just inside the woodland that he knew was the home of a tribe of wood elves. He was careful to only gather wood from the ground and not to damage any of the trees that he knew meant so much to the elves. He had caught some rabbits the previous day and was now sitting by his small fire waiting for them to be roasted for his evening meal.
He heard a rustling in the undergrowth behind him, he put his hand on his sword which lay on the ground at his side as a precaution but he did not expect any trouble from these usually friendly woods.
Hector had grown up on a family farm. He had a natural talent for dealing with the animals, being able to calm them when they were distressed. Beyond the farm was a wild forest and as he grew older he had to learn fighting skills to deal with orcs that would try to raid from the forest.
During the Orc Wars he had joined the army, where after more training he became a scout for an elite hit-squad that was formed to eradicate goblin and orc bandits. They disbanded after the war and he spent the next 10 years or so wandering the outlying land and helping villages with their monster problems or acting as a guard on supply caravans travelling near the still dangerous woods and forests.
Today he was getting ready to join a caravan that was gathering in the next town. It was carrying furs and metal ores and some gemstones from the northern mountains to the capital in the south. He had made camp in a small dell just inside the woodland that he knew was the home of a tribe of wood elves. He was careful to only gather wood from the ground and not to damage any of the trees that he knew meant so much to the elves. He had caught some rabbits the previous day and was now sitting by his small fire waiting for them to be roasted for his evening meal.
He heard a rustling in the undergrowth behind him, he put his hand on his sword which lay on the ground at his side as a precaution but he did not expect any trouble from these usually friendly woods.