So, seems I got a little... Inventive when writing the Bio. I can write an actual, much shorter, one if you want, wouldn't be too hard given I thought it out as I wrote this. Sorry for the length, got a little out of hand it seems, although the process was enjoyable. Well, really outta hand honestly.
"Sit down for a spell kid, let me jaw you a tale or two while yah wait. So, what do you want to hear? One of wizards and demons, monsters and magic? Kings and heroes, dragons and villians? No? How about mercenaries and stories? Well then, guess I'll take that noddin' as a yes... How about a tale of a guy who came from our own little place down in the desert, nestled in that tiny spec o' mountain we call the Tooth. Sound good to yah kid? Heh, thought so.
"See, this here tale isn't like any other I telled yah, see this here tale is a bit of all opened ended and stuff. Everytime I tell it somethin' new always winds up showing itself to us, details moved around, never really know how its gonna go until you tell it. See I got yah interested now, but don't be thinkin' I'm making this up though, the details might change but the idea sure don't. Now, about that guy from the Tooth... Where was I... Oh yes, I remember now...
"See, lo-o-ong ago, back when I was a youngin'--Don't you go laughin' on me now, I was young once yah know, back when I had all my teeth--anyhow, back when I was a youngin', 'round your age I think, I was from a little ole town by the Tooth. There was this guy there, born an' raised there so I'm tolded, he was always 'round town helpin' those he could. Hung out with a bad crowd though, but in those days almost everyone was a bad crowd 'cordin' to my Mawh.
"Now, this here guy liked to tell a tale or two much like I do. Called himself a 'scald' or some such. Don' see why, never saw him 'round boilin' water. Anyhow, me'n'my friends always liked watchin' him mess 'round with his axe, he was always swingin' that thing 'round like it was somethin' to show. Said he was trainin' but looked more like flailin' ta us. Well, he musta got good with that thing 'cause later he... Well, I'm supposin' that's for the further in the story. Back to the story, he was a-swingin' that thing 'round like he was attackin' the air or something, always mutterin' to himself about this person or that.
"'Course, watchin' him wasn' nearly as fun as listenin' to him. Man could he tell a tale, every guy a hero in waiting, every round him a relic of bygone times and so such. Guy was always talkin' 'bout these heroes and villains, stuff all goin' on in the world and poli-tickin'. Can' say how much of it was real though, he always had a thing fer sayin' things all lively like. I'm rememberin' how there was this one tale he'd always tell at the end, he'd get all quiet like--like he was tellin' a secret or somethin'.
"Said that there was this there temple or another, in the mountains. Said how people there would all a-train with their weapons, axes and such he says, about how they'd become 'one with the blade' or some such. Axe apostles, he sayin'. Gave a big ol'e talk 'bout how there weren't no path up to it, yah gotta climb the mountain with yer own two legs ta get there or hope for an ol' goat path that might lead yah closer.
"Anyhow, he'd talk lots 'bout the place, how it was hard to get there an' only so many ever seen it, never mind heard o' the place. Never did say where he heard it in the first place, thinkin' bout it. So, anyway, he was talkin' bout how there were these three places that teach yah how to use a weapon like it was a part of yerself or something, how there was these Swordsaints an Axeapostles an Pikepriests, an how they like ta keep to themselves in their schools or somethin'.
"So these schools, they're all real hard to reach an stuff basically. He was always a-sayin' how he would get to one of them, the axe one, an how he'd learn from them an' stuff. How he'd be packin' up an' headin' out ta see where it was, if'in he could find it an all. None o' us really believed him, was a fun story an all but it was just that though we thought. 'Course, he was always so determined to see it, like he just knew it was real or something. How he'd leave this town an' head out to see the world, meet its people and share and learn new tales. Whehehehehe, 'course, as the Red Dragon knows, fate ain't always how yah want it.
"See, how he actually left was that his friends got all up in a tizzy 'bout something, never did hear what, an' they needed his help for somethin'. Not the good kind o' friends though, the bad kind, you know, the kind your Mawh warns yah 'bout for hangin' out with them. Anyhow, they practically carried him outta that there town ta go with them, all sayin' they needed ta be somewhere fer somethin'. No good, certainly. Now, where he went with his friends ain't real known, somewhere that's fer sure. But that was how his 'journey started though, dragged inta it against his blubberin' an stuff 'bout how he was gonna find that there temple.
"Now... Still got your attention kid? Good, figurin' I should tell yah somthin' first though. Now, this here tale, I don' quite know how it ends, if'in it has a good endin' or a bad one. All I know is that it has one, an the story will figure itself out to there either way. Good with that? Good, cause this is where it gets real interestin', where it all really starts, see, where he an' his friends went off to, they got all separated so I'm told an how he got off to a differn't place then them, and how he went ta..."
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