Fate is cruel an an forgiving, she will build you up only to brake you down. At least nobody here new who he was. If only he had stayed in the militia in Berus. Why did that bastard Lorrimor have to give him hope. Life had been tolerable in the militia, he was good at fighting. It came at a cost he lacked virtually all social skills. He had never been smart, witty or good with words. But he had been able to make up with it punching out a drunk, dodging their punches or taking them if he chose.Then Lorrimor swooped in an changed everything. He said he saw talent an a good heart, a man with a bright future. What a lire. But being the fool that he was he listened an hired on as a guard for Lorrimmor's Expedition.
For awhile it was good. He got to see the land and visit exciting places. Best of all he was able to fight. Bandits, Goblins, Skeletons he didn't care a fight was a fight and they all went down the same. Then there was the coin an the praise, it was intoxicating. His prowess even managed to make it to some of Berus's Nobility. One of the Baron's wanted him to be the personal guard to his daughter. He took her to court, royal balls and even out to the countryside. He was even given command of a small retinue of men. Things were a bit boring but people looked up to him for the first time in his life.
Then the Fateful day of the arranged marriage came. He was to take her to Ardis to meet her betrothed in the great temple of Desna. The mist was thick a something was making the hair on the back of his neck tingle. The horses started to whiny an buck, that was when the ghouls attacked. Within in moments half the men were dead an the horses were gone. He managed to group the survivors together back to back. Together they managed to fight of the bulk o f the horde. Just when things were looking up her Layship decided to unlock the carriage to see how things were going. A ghoul leaped on her from the roof, there was nothing he or the men could do by the time they got to her an killed the ghoul her face an half her chest were gone.
The baron wanted his head but the men stood by him. So instead he banished them all. They tried to start their own mercenary group, but the Barron saw to it that Alec's failing were know far an wide. Turns out nobody wants to hire you when your famous for the death a Baroness. The boy's stuck it out for a while but they left soon enough. Alec used his savings to wonder for a bit an d eventually found his way to a lonely little in called the Raven's nest. Nobody recognized him an he didn't bother to give his name. He manged to eek out a living by tossing the occasional drunk.
Then the messager came spouting his name. Alec stomped over an took the missive. Turns out he was invited to Professor Lorrimor's funeral. The Old geaser even left him something in his will. He decided to go if only to spit on his corpse.
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