As Danath grew, he followed in his father's footsteps and became a blacksmith. He learned quickly, and he and his father created masterful works together. However, when he was 21, his father was afflicted with consumption, and passed away. With his father gone, all passion for his work left him. He still worked the smithy for a time, but his work lacked passion and was flawed. He eventually decided to leave, and seek better prospects elsewhere. He took nothing with him but the clothes on his back, and his father's blacksmith hammer, selling the rest to allow his mother to live out her days in relative comfort. For two years he wandered, getting work where he could find it, never staying in one place. He eventually found work as a guard for merchant caravans, keeping them safe from bandits and highwaymen. It was good pay, and rarely dangerous, as the sight of a large group of guards was usually enough to deter most bandits. He did see his fair share of action however, and became quite adept at using that hammer of his.
He was guarding a shipment of vegetables when the attack happened. He was sitting in the back of one of the wagons, playing dice with one of the other guards when he heard the screams. He grabbed his hammer and rushed out to see what was happening, just as a volley of arrows struck where he had just been sitting, riddling his gambling partner with arrow shafts. He spun round, trying to locate the source of the arrows when he felt a blinding pain on the back of his head, and then darkness.
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Topic: Roll to Survive! (Meaning, NOT DYING) (Read 4748 times)