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laureMy name is Laure.
Yes, it's pronounced like "lore". Who knows? Perhaps it is from my legend that the word was drawn.
Drawn by the stories I have heard about Calradia and its kingdoms, I have decided to join a caravan to Praven, in the Kingdom of Swadia. Here on these pages I will tell you my tale.
The caravan I joined has taken me through the heartland. Green shoots of wheat, barley and oats are beginning to push through the dark soil of the rolling hills, and on the lower slopes of the snowcapped mountains, herds of cattle and sheep are grazing on the spring grass. Occasionally, I catch sight of one of the great warhorses that are the pride of the Swadian nobility. The land here is rich—but also troubled, as the occasional burnt-out farm bears witness.
It was some relief when I crested a ridge and caught sight of the great port of Praven, its rooftops made golden by the last rays of the setting sun.
But on my very first night here, I was jumped by a thug in the street! I was able to subdue him, cutting him to bloody shreds with my rusty sword. As his body fell limp to the reddened ground before me, a man calling himself the Merchant of Praven came running. He said that the man I had killed was a bandit, and that there were more of them, wandering just outside the city. He also said that they had kidnapped his brother! I offered to help, and the Merchant gladly gave me a bit of coin and asked me to round up a few men to help find the bandit lair and rescue his brother.
I rounded up the men quickly enough, but... well, then I was distracted. There was a tournament in town. A chance for glory! More importantly, a chance to hone my skills before taking on those bandits (and maybe even win some money to boot). Sadly, it turned out to be a jousting tournament. I loathe jousting. It's all a bunch of people running around on horses with big sticks. Be that as it may, I endured the ennui and, surprising even myself, I won the tournament! 200 denars for me! Huzzah!
Then I got back down to business. The bandits. I was able to locate some thugs outside of town, just as the Merchant said I would. I roughed one of them up, stealing his green toque and nomad armor for my own. I was able to extract some information from him about their lair as well, which I promptly raided. In the process I freed the Merchant's brother. It was all quite easy, and I looted a few things from their lair that I can sell back in Praven as well.
This adventure thing is a snap!
I returned to Praven, sold my loot. The proceeds of that, combined with my recent tournament winnings, allowed me to get a nice little bag of arrows and a bow. I hate the bloody crossbow I came to town with... they're powerful enough, but they take time to load and I always feel more vulnerable. Give me a bow any day.
I then met up with the Merchant. He had a few more odd jobs for me, a bit of cash for some politically-motivated street brawling. Distasteful mess. When it was all said and done, I was sick of working for this man, nor was he in the King's favor. I decided to move on.
My first order of business on my own, I have decided, is to recruit a small company of mercenaries. Once trained up, we might be able to get hired by a vassal to work for his realm. Additionally, I think I shall try to flag down any passing nobles to see if I might be able to run the odd job for them, thus improving my standing.
I'm not picky, they need not be Swadian nobles... though I like it well enough here, I think ultimately I may work for whichever kingdom seems to be doing well for itself.
Yes, it's pronounced like "lore". Who knows? Perhaps it is from my legend that the word was drawn.
Drawn by the stories I have heard about Calradia and its kingdoms, I have decided to join a caravan to Praven, in the Kingdom of Swadia. Here on these pages I will tell you my tale.
The caravan I joined has taken me through the heartland. Green shoots of wheat, barley and oats are beginning to push through the dark soil of the rolling hills, and on the lower slopes of the snowcapped mountains, herds of cattle and sheep are grazing on the spring grass. Occasionally, I catch sight of one of the great warhorses that are the pride of the Swadian nobility. The land here is rich—but also troubled, as the occasional burnt-out farm bears witness.
It was some relief when I crested a ridge and caught sight of the great port of Praven, its rooftops made golden by the last rays of the setting sun.
But on my very first night here, I was jumped by a thug in the street! I was able to subdue him, cutting him to bloody shreds with my rusty sword. As his body fell limp to the reddened ground before me, a man calling himself the Merchant of Praven came running. He said that the man I had killed was a bandit, and that there were more of them, wandering just outside the city. He also said that they had kidnapped his brother! I offered to help, and the Merchant gladly gave me a bit of coin and asked me to round up a few men to help find the bandit lair and rescue his brother.
I rounded up the men quickly enough, but... well, then I was distracted. There was a tournament in town. A chance for glory! More importantly, a chance to hone my skills before taking on those bandits (and maybe even win some money to boot). Sadly, it turned out to be a jousting tournament. I loathe jousting. It's all a bunch of people running around on horses with big sticks. Be that as it may, I endured the ennui and, surprising even myself, I won the tournament! 200 denars for me! Huzzah!
Then I got back down to business. The bandits. I was able to locate some thugs outside of town, just as the Merchant said I would. I roughed one of them up, stealing his green toque and nomad armor for my own. I was able to extract some information from him about their lair as well, which I promptly raided. In the process I freed the Merchant's brother. It was all quite easy, and I looted a few things from their lair that I can sell back in Praven as well.
This adventure thing is a snap!
I returned to Praven, sold my loot. The proceeds of that, combined with my recent tournament winnings, allowed me to get a nice little bag of arrows and a bow. I hate the bloody crossbow I came to town with... they're powerful enough, but they take time to load and I always feel more vulnerable. Give me a bow any day.
I then met up with the Merchant. He had a few more odd jobs for me, a bit of cash for some politically-motivated street brawling. Distasteful mess. When it was all said and done, I was sick of working for this man, nor was he in the King's favor. I decided to move on.
My first order of business on my own, I have decided, is to recruit a small company of mercenaries. Once trained up, we might be able to get hired by a vassal to work for his realm. Additionally, I think I shall try to flag down any passing nobles to see if I might be able to run the odd job for them, thus improving my standing.
I'm not picky, they need not be Swadian nobles... though I like it well enough here, I think ultimately I may work for whichever kingdom seems to be doing well for itself.