Shebol
Newbie
In my time observing other adventurers and their habits, I have noticed a common trait amongst those whom are weaker than most. This is something that puzzles me greatly, as it seems many have forgotten what it means to be an "adventurer." Pity, I think, to see the new and impressionable bridled with fear and doubt in their own abilities.
Many of us look up to the stronger folk, those who have been doing this for year and years, are special in some way-- guardians, legal enforcers, nobles, masters of swords and alchemy, all of which are, indeed, admirable. Yet, I have witnessed a saddening truth: we rely on these men and women solely because we believe them to be "better" than us.
I regret to say that it has infuriated me to some degree, watching the weak hide behind the shadow of the strong. And further, I am sickened by how many of the strong disregard the weak for their own gain-- though they may say it is for the better, is it really? When they are gone, no new adventurers will have the experience to take their place. No one will be there to defend the world, as they claim to be doing.
Luckily, I have also seen a great deal of sincerity among few of the strong, ready and willing to aid others in their time of need. Even I have been cradled in the arms of them when the worst has come to the worst, cried and hid my face like a mere child in their bosom, yet refuse to depend on them-- or anyone.
You see, I believe we are just as capable, if not more so, as they are. I say this solely because of my own experience, where words have saved us and no blood need be shed. Only a fool rushes in to meet one with hostility (though it never hurts to have a backup plan).
My proposal, my kin, is this: tear from the shadows of your idols, claw your way from beneath their thumb and stretch your arms out to the world. Do not let the actions of others dictate your own, for such a thing is weak and worthless in the long run. Do what you feel you must, not what you are advised. The ill will of the stronger adventurers are set in stone, but ours are not.
Decide for yourself which species are hostile and which are not. Decide for yourself who you befriend, who you reach out to help. Only a fool would assume the same of every member of every race, and only a complete waste of breath would follow such. Their lives are far beyond yours, do not be biased by their bitter scorn and enigmatic behavior.
I have fled the Tavern many a time to quest on my own. Each time I have returned alive, and at times, come back a silver richer. I spoke to Cobalts and made a peaceful agreement with them, have been taught and told valuable things by Orcs and Dark Elves, and had I followed the word of others, would have never learned these things.
Perhaps I am wrong.
But at least I am free.
Many of us look up to the stronger folk, those who have been doing this for year and years, are special in some way-- guardians, legal enforcers, nobles, masters of swords and alchemy, all of which are, indeed, admirable. Yet, I have witnessed a saddening truth: we rely on these men and women solely because we believe them to be "better" than us.
I regret to say that it has infuriated me to some degree, watching the weak hide behind the shadow of the strong. And further, I am sickened by how many of the strong disregard the weak for their own gain-- though they may say it is for the better, is it really? When they are gone, no new adventurers will have the experience to take their place. No one will be there to defend the world, as they claim to be doing.
Luckily, I have also seen a great deal of sincerity among few of the strong, ready and willing to aid others in their time of need. Even I have been cradled in the arms of them when the worst has come to the worst, cried and hid my face like a mere child in their bosom, yet refuse to depend on them-- or anyone.
You see, I believe we are just as capable, if not more so, as they are. I say this solely because of my own experience, where words have saved us and no blood need be shed. Only a fool rushes in to meet one with hostility (though it never hurts to have a backup plan).
My proposal, my kin, is this: tear from the shadows of your idols, claw your way from beneath their thumb and stretch your arms out to the world. Do not let the actions of others dictate your own, for such a thing is weak and worthless in the long run. Do what you feel you must, not what you are advised. The ill will of the stronger adventurers are set in stone, but ours are not.
Decide for yourself which species are hostile and which are not. Decide for yourself who you befriend, who you reach out to help. Only a fool would assume the same of every member of every race, and only a complete waste of breath would follow such. Their lives are far beyond yours, do not be biased by their bitter scorn and enigmatic behavior.
I have fled the Tavern many a time to quest on my own. Each time I have returned alive, and at times, come back a silver richer. I spoke to Cobalts and made a peaceful agreement with them, have been taught and told valuable things by Orcs and Dark Elves, and had I followed the word of others, would have never learned these things.
Perhaps I am wrong.
But at least I am free.