Hello there viewers and future viewers! This is GoodCallGamer here (Or formally known as Tanner I don't really care if people know my real name) and this will be my first story! Some background for this story is that it will be ever growing with sequels when I hit the upload limit. How will I get this constant stream of inspiration you might ask? Well that's elementary dear Watson! I play on a minecraft RP server, that's how!
I will be using my adventures through it to write this story, however I will make no mine craft references (such as crafting, blocks, etc.) I will upload as consistently as possible, I have the first book already in my head so it will be up soon. I will write other stories not pertaining to the server and my adventures, if you wish to join me and possibly get noted in the story you can feel free to PM me here for the IP address I'm sure the server would love the new applicants. Without further ado will start and upload this first chapter. (P.S. The author who inspired me to write here is ColdPlayer414 go check her work out!)
Chapter 1: Not So Lucky Stars
Roy looks at his chestnut brown hair un-cut but not messy, wears a tunic that belonged to his grandfather Paladin Roy I, Along with a long cape of wool he wears chain mail underneath his tunic. He sighs.
"What am I doing in this smelly port? I don't belong here… I'm bound to end up dead on the ship, if I ever find one that actually goes to Alston." See most of the Norse society that Roy grew up with isn't exactly fond of Alston, after all they did repel them from their homeland. But Roy isn't exactly Norse. See Roy was born here but his parents are from Alston originally, and theirs before them. But their dead now so he must have somewhere to go, and the stories they told him seemed like the perfect place to begin.
Not even two days ago Roy was burying his own parents below his house in the mountains, then burning the house down to secure their graves from defilers. Before that everything was just normal for him, preparing food, the smell of dill for jarring pickles for the winter, grooming the horses and sparring with his father. The answer to why they had to be the ones raided that day was obviously not coming to him anytime soon. He just stood there as he watched his parents get shot ferociously in the street on their way home. His father was to proud of a man being from a family of paladins as he often told Roy when he was alive, and he refused to hand over his wife to anyone, especially these scumbags.
Now Roy was sitting in the Furry Coat Inn at the port of North Ridge. Alone, cold, hungry and without a Gold Dragoon to his name. He hoped to pay for the fee of the boat by working on it and helping the crew in return for passage, but his hopes of even finding a boat seemed scare now as the fleeting season was coming to an end with winter so near.
"Oh why now of all times…" Roy whispers as he hears a loud crash outside.
Find out what happens in the next chapter which I will be uploading tomorrow! Let me know your suggestions/criticisms as well as any tips as to how you would like to see me write and format. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. This chapter is on the shorter side since I want to keep it simple, I will promise the other chapters will be 2 to 3 times longer.