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Darkness eveloped the Jake Almanaught's mind as he slept. A truly peaceful sleep like no other, not even dreams bothered him this evening. His mind drifted from one corner of sub-conscious thought to the other. Aimlessly he wandered till a bright light began to call him back to the realm of the wake and living, back to a realm of living hell.
The bright rays of morning shined through the door of his small but modest room. The young boy rolled about on his bed, stretching and yawning periodically to shake off the enchanting tug of sleep. He sat up, clad in only a set of underpants, then went to his window which over looked the street of the Slum's District of the city of Athkatla, in the realm of Amn. Jake's youthful smiled beamed out to the inhabitants, all of whom were already busy setting up shops. Even the lovly escorts were at their posts, makin lewd comments to passerbys in hopes to gain an early comission. He took in a deep inhale of breath, he loved this city, even with the things that ade it wrong. Perhaps, that's what made Athkatla so likeable. I mean it's not like it was as bad as Calimport. Right? Oh well Jake thought. It deosn't matter what is right or wrong with it, because, it's my home.
Jake rushed over to the chest in front of his bed, popped it open and began to ruffle through all his clothes and selected a grey long sleeve tunic, a set of simple brown slacks. He dressed as quick as he could, gathering his allowed money that his dad gave him. Jake only lived with his dad and sister. His sister's name was Alterra, his dad's was Jake, in the Almanaught family it was tradition for the father to name the son Jake. In fact, Jake was the fourth in the Almanaught lineage. Jake scooped up the few trinkets he wore, a necklace and a ring. The necklace bore a symbol of Helm, Jake's diety. Whereas the ring was just a simple band of silver woth a lace of gold on it. Jake put on a pair of socks and slipped his boots on. Jake was almost out his door before he got two of his most important items, his cloak and violin.
Jake's father worked as a black smith, usually making parts for what few siege engines the governing council of Athkatla owned. Jake, though, had heard a different calling in life, his calling was that of the bard. Jack of all trades master of none, except for when it came to music. Jake often played right by the Copper Coront, close to home so if he ever got in trouble just go home and hide. Today though he'd go and get his best friend on the streets, Mikeal Bedlan. Together they'd go and attend a service at the temple of helm on the other side of town. Jake ran down the streets, weaving inbetween the people mulling about the streets. After a while of uneventful running Jake finally got to Mikeal's House. Jake politly knocked on the door, he hummed a tune as he waited for a response from within. Mikeal's younger brother Tomie opened up the door, "Morning Jake. You want Mikeal?","Of course why else in Abyss would I come here?" Jake smiled as he said it. He always joked with Tomie, just like Tomie always joked with him. Tomie let Jake in, who quickly rushed off to Mikeal's room.
He quitly opened the door and crept in towards Mikeal. Jake now stood a few inches away from him, he reached and produced his violin. He readied it, pulled his hand back and began to play the shrillest note he could think of. Mikeal's eyes opened slowly, "What the fuck?" Jake chuckled at the blunt comment. "Come on, up with you! If you don't get up now we'll be late for High Watcher Oisig's service!", "And that's a bad thing why?" Jake scowled at his dearest friend, who gave in after a little bit of guilt settled in. "Ok just give me a few damn minutes ok?" Jake smiled and exited Mikeal's room into the living room. There was a book shelf dedicated to manuscripts of war and the art of true fighting.
Every male in the Bedlan family seemed to gravitate towards a career in the city guard or some sort of military posisition. vVen Mikeal's older brother, Killian, who had spent time in the service of the Amnish army, and his two smaller brothers Tomie and Wersel who read books dedicated to war. MIkeal's mother, Annthella, greeted Jake with a good morning hug and kiss, Jake had always been close to Mikeal's family. After a few more minutes of pointless nothingness Mikeal appeared, in a outfit decked out in lots of gray and trimmed in red. Mikeal also wore a long sword belted at his hip, and a buckler tied to his arm. "Alright let's get this over with dammit."
Darkness eveloped the Jake Almanaught's mind as he slept. A truly peaceful sleep like no other, not even dreams bothered him this evening. His mind drifted from one corner of sub-conscious thought to the other. Aimlessly he wandered till a bright light began to call him back to the realm of the wake and living, back to a realm of living hell.
The bright rays of morning shined through the door of his small but modest room. The young boy rolled about on his bed, stretching and yawning periodically to shake off the enchanting tug of sleep. He sat up, clad in only a set of underpants, then went to his window which over looked the street of the Slum's District of the city of Athkatla, in the realm of Amn. Jake's youthful smiled beamed out to the inhabitants, all of whom were already busy setting up shops. Even the lovly escorts were at their posts, makin lewd comments to passerbys in hopes to gain an early comission. He took in a deep inhale of breath, he loved this city, even with the things that ade it wrong. Perhaps, that's what made Athkatla so likeable. I mean it's not like it was as bad as Calimport. Right? Oh well Jake thought. It deosn't matter what is right or wrong with it, because, it's my home.
Jake rushed over to the chest in front of his bed, popped it open and began to ruffle through all his clothes and selected a grey long sleeve tunic, a set of simple brown slacks. He dressed as quick as he could, gathering his allowed money that his dad gave him. Jake only lived with his dad and sister. His sister's name was Alterra, his dad's was Jake, in the Almanaught family it was tradition for the father to name the son Jake. In fact, Jake was the fourth in the Almanaught lineage. Jake scooped up the few trinkets he wore, a necklace and a ring. The necklace bore a symbol of Helm, Jake's diety. Whereas the ring was just a simple band of silver woth a lace of gold on it. Jake put on a pair of socks and slipped his boots on. Jake was almost out his door before he got two of his most important items, his cloak and violin.
Jake's father worked as a black smith, usually making parts for what few siege engines the governing council of Athkatla owned. Jake, though, had heard a different calling in life, his calling was that of the bard. Jack of all trades master of none, except for when it came to music. Jake often played right by the Copper Coront, close to home so if he ever got in trouble just go home and hide. Today though he'd go and get his best friend on the streets, Mikeal Bedlan. Together they'd go and attend a service at the temple of helm on the other side of town. Jake ran down the streets, weaving inbetween the people mulling about the streets. After a while of uneventful running Jake finally got to Mikeal's House. Jake politly knocked on the door, he hummed a tune as he waited for a response from within. Mikeal's younger brother Tomie opened up the door, "Morning Jake. You want Mikeal?","Of course why else in Abyss would I come here?" Jake smiled as he said it. He always joked with Tomie, just like Tomie always joked with him. Tomie let Jake in, who quickly rushed off to Mikeal's room.
He quitly opened the door and crept in towards Mikeal. Jake now stood a few inches away from him, he reached and produced his violin. He readied it, pulled his hand back and began to play the shrillest note he could think of. Mikeal's eyes opened slowly, "What the fuck?" Jake chuckled at the blunt comment. "Come on, up with you! If you don't get up now we'll be late for High Watcher Oisig's service!", "And that's a bad thing why?" Jake scowled at his dearest friend, who gave in after a little bit of guilt settled in. "Ok just give me a few damn minutes ok?" Jake smiled and exited Mikeal's room into the living room. There was a book shelf dedicated to manuscripts of war and the art of true fighting.
Every male in the Bedlan family seemed to gravitate towards a career in the city guard or some sort of military posisition. vVen Mikeal's older brother, Killian, who had spent time in the service of the Amnish army, and his two smaller brothers Tomie and Wersel who read books dedicated to war. MIkeal's mother, Annthella, greeted Jake with a good morning hug and kiss, Jake had always been close to Mikeal's family. After a few more minutes of pointless nothingness Mikeal appeared, in a outfit decked out in lots of gray and trimmed in red. Mikeal also wore a long sword belted at his hip, and a buckler tied to his arm. "Alright let's get this over with dammit."