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Prologue: Forgotten by all, remembered by one
The old, weary bard, Raishin, stepped into the shabby bar, his presence a forgotten one in the eyes of those who never knew him. Dressed in simple robes, wearing the green beret hat he always used to wear on his many adventures, thus earning him the nickname, "Old Green," was now only a faded mirror image of its former glory. His long Elvaan ears drooped slightly, and one had a large bite off it. Raishin's dark blue eyes still had that peculiar spark however, the spark of individuality that few promising adventurers have. By looking into his eyes you can tell his life was full of joy, and he will die a happy man. There strapped around his shoulder is the flute he used to play while unweaving tales of adventure, horror, and love. It is also a faded mirror image of its former glory. The veteran bard took a seat at his usual table in the corner, and a young Mithran waitress brought him the usual, a bottle of 812 Rolanberry accompanied by a shining wine glass. "How arrre things today Raishin?" The Mithra purred soothingly, trying to ease the old bard's already tensed emotions as she poured him a glass. "The same as always I'm afraid Casa," Raishin muttered, taking a sip of his drink as his eyes watched her sit down in the chair opposite to him. "Rajjun's gravesite has been robbed again, and this time I could find no proof whatsoever. Not a single ounce of any hard evidence," Raishin muttered through a tight voice, as if he was blaming himself for his fault. "You prrromised to tell me about your adventurres with the Great Rajjun," Casa said, her tail flicking slightly as she always loved listening to his stories. Raishin smiled, causing the spark in his eyes to flame up, glad she asked as he always loves telling that particular story. "Yes, with all stories I've told it always starts with the usual phrase," Raishin said, pausing for a moment to sip his Rolanberry.
He smiled and said in a loud clear tone, "Once upon a time.."
Well, I apologize for it being so short, but it is only the prologue, well actually it's considered the first chapter but I like to at least pretend I'm a good writer . Heh, but anyway I hope you enjoyed the way I started off.
Prologue: Forgotten by all, remembered by one
The old, weary bard, Raishin, stepped into the shabby bar, his presence a forgotten one in the eyes of those who never knew him. Dressed in simple robes, wearing the green beret hat he always used to wear on his many adventures, thus earning him the nickname, "Old Green," was now only a faded mirror image of its former glory. His long Elvaan ears drooped slightly, and one had a large bite off it. Raishin's dark blue eyes still had that peculiar spark however, the spark of individuality that few promising adventurers have. By looking into his eyes you can tell his life was full of joy, and he will die a happy man. There strapped around his shoulder is the flute he used to play while unweaving tales of adventure, horror, and love. It is also a faded mirror image of its former glory. The veteran bard took a seat at his usual table in the corner, and a young Mithran waitress brought him the usual, a bottle of 812 Rolanberry accompanied by a shining wine glass. "How arrre things today Raishin?" The Mithra purred soothingly, trying to ease the old bard's already tensed emotions as she poured him a glass. "The same as always I'm afraid Casa," Raishin muttered, taking a sip of his drink as his eyes watched her sit down in the chair opposite to him. "Rajjun's gravesite has been robbed again, and this time I could find no proof whatsoever. Not a single ounce of any hard evidence," Raishin muttered through a tight voice, as if he was blaming himself for his fault. "You prrromised to tell me about your adventurres with the Great Rajjun," Casa said, her tail flicking slightly as she always loved listening to his stories. Raishin smiled, causing the spark in his eyes to flame up, glad she asked as he always loves telling that particular story. "Yes, with all stories I've told it always starts with the usual phrase," Raishin said, pausing for a moment to sip his Rolanberry.
He smiled and said in a loud clear tone, "Once upon a time.."
Well, I apologize for it being so short, but it is only the prologue, well actually it's considered the first chapter but I like to at least pretend I'm a good writer . Heh, but anyway I hope you enjoyed the way I started off.