A Young Bard sat before a excited audience. His hair was the color of honey that matched the words that flew from his mouth. "Gather round friends gather round! For I have just returned from the fabled Bards College." hushed whispers of excitement rushed through the crowd, all knew that the college held the best stories. "Now, Who here has heard the story of Castle Warsky?!" A single man at the back of the tavern held up his hand and shouted " I have you bloody louse! Get lost or tell a good story!" The bard seemed stunned for a moment that anyone had heard this story and stumbled for a moment "I .. uh.. um. Barmaid! a drink for my friend there! Yes him! under my name!" his voice lowered into a whisper as he spoke to the patrons before him once more "His words shall not stop me from sharing this story from the rest of you!" Some of the patrons hit there flagons on the table, while others cheered. Once the crowd had silenced the bard cleared his throat and began, swinging his hands before him as he spoke
"Once! long ago, and far away, if you believe the tales. Stood a castle taller then any other in this land, yes even taller then that of our good king Aelfric may he live eternal. Yes taller then the mountains, and taller then the oldest of dragons could have flown. This castle was home to the ancient family ... The Warsky's ... Now the Warsky's were not your average royal family, they did not tax their land, they did not create goods, no... their one purpose on terra was to do one thing. Slay dragons..." A Gentle hiss ross from the crowd "Yes I know, I know but do not blame them my friends! for they lived under a old king, and his name was Saren. He and his wife Allana had two sons, the elder was Belanor and the younger Drake. This family though held another great secret , Their blood ran with that of the Elves. For Saren was a human blessed with long life from his wife Allana, and Allana had passed on her bloodline to their children. Now! Belanor was a masterful tactician, strong, and above all else, cunning. His brother Drake was a near polar opposite, he was a incredibly foolish boy, fond of music, books, and knowledge, with a face that could charm any woman in the land. Now young Drake could have had any young maid in his fathers land but... Drake loved a woman of a neighboring kingdom. Their love blossomed under the guise of peace trips between the two kingdoms. They wanted nothing more than to elope, to be done with the secret of their love and start again. But alas a doom was cast upon them! For on one of Drake's forays into the territory he and his love ran away and returned to Castle Warsky! The Slevik people were outraged by this and marched for war on the Warsky family. It took many nights for the Slevik people to reach the Warsky territory and on the third night of Drake stealing away his bride to be, the horns of war sounded outside Castle Warsky. One would think that the Warsky family and the civilians living within would be frightened half to death! That they would rush to arm themselves and march to war and defend themselves?! But No!, For Old Saren was a cunning fox, and instead held a feast for himself, his family, his men at arms, their family, and all families that called the Warsky land their home!" Confused mumblings rose from the listeners "I know I know, but now we come to the twist in the story, not several hours earlier, Drake and his beloved had planed to leave the castle, to abandon their ties to their families, and live on their own. As they left they were attacked! Drake was knocked unconscious and the fair maiden was stolen away. When Drake came too he heard cries of despair and anguish! Rushing to his father's courtyard outside of the keep, he found hundreds dead at the banquet table. Not even the young survived, for their meals had been poisoned, and not one had survived. Taken with grief Drake Warsky cradled his dead father for three days, not eating not drinking, not daring to leave his side." The squeal of a chair moving against cobblestone broke the story for a second. The man who had complained about the choice of story earlier had stood up and walked out of the tavern without another word. "Ahem yes were was I? Oh yes yes yes. Now, Drake didn't dare to leave his fathers side, for he knew to leave would be to acknowledge the fact his father, his brother, and beloved mother had all past on to the care of the hidden. On the morn of the fourth day Drake could stay no longer. He got up and left for parts unknown, abandoning his families name - for who would trust a Warksy? And traveled to the beloved Bards College. Some say he still lives there, teaching those who are sent to his care. Others say he died, unable to stand the thought of being the last of his line. But I my dear friends, I have the truth. For once in a blue moon, you see a man with hair like the morning sun, standing over the corpse of a freshly slain dragon. By the time though you have a chance to report the event to our beloved Riders, he had disappeared Along with his kill..."
The crowd remained quiet for a moment as the story finished then a couple people chirped up "Well that was a bloody rubbish story!" "What kind of half brained fools do ya tink we are!?" "Tell a betta one or we are gonna has ta cut y'throat"
a look of incredulous disbelief crossed the bards face. "now now now my friends... what ... what if I bought you all a round of drinks... to... compensate for this 'bad' story?" the bards face shrunk inwards as he spoke, as if he bit into a apple and find it not quiet ripe. The crowd at this though let off a rowdy cry then all started singing some old drinking song that the bard hadn't heard in years. Sighing he went to the bar , deposited his hard earned coin for the day, then left.
Outside the man from before was waiting "You told that story well my friend." His voice was calm, peaceful, and had a pleasant lilting tone to it "Ya you think so? then why didn't you want it told? and why did you leave half way through?" "I already had to live through it once... Besides you got to the hardest part of the story." The stranger turned his hooded face, and the bard stared into the deep green eyes of Drake Warsky. His breath hitched and he tried to call for help as he stared. A small scar below his right eye, intricate dragon armor on his body, and a simple iron sword at his waist, infamous for cutting down dragons. Turning around he called out for help, but when he turned around Drake Warsky was gone.
Extra pictures
Drakes Bardic Uniform, Worn when not in his Battle Bard armor
Warsky hunter armor, Pressed with his family crest on the chest. The Warsky family crest, Usually made of dragon bone, the version on Drakes hunter armor is made of iron and sealed on the chest.
Yarnelki the final gift from Drakes brother Belanor. Given to him by magical means from the after life. Written with runes down the center of the blade, Granting it additional power against Dragons. This power has only increased since Drake infused it with his magic as well.
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