All of the following is a true story, with some twisted text to make certain events more interesting than they actually were. :wink:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing is totally untrue though, so no need for doubts. :shame:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Reason I Became An Archer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a nice day on white wolf mountain. The wolves were settling and running around playfully. I was on my way to Catherby for a few peaceful hours of fishing, when I saw a meek man being attacked by a large wolf, probably the leader of their pack.

 

 

 

It was by pure luck I had brought a crossbow and bolts, after saving all of the Dorgeshuun by foiling H.A.M's evil plan.

 

 

 

I took a double take to look at my options. The man had some items on him that I could sell for a very nice profit, let alone the items he carried.

 

 

 

But my mind flashed through several better possibilities.

 

 

 

I chose to save the man. Though my shots were inaccurate, I was able to distract the wolf, and get to the man before the wolf could realize it was a trick.

 

 

 

Him and I ran away from the mountain, towards Taverly. I brought the man to my house and explained how to make some fine healing tea.

 

 

 

I asked him what he had been doing on the mountain. He said he was heading to Hemenster, in search of the grand prize towards all fisherman, the Hemenster fishing trophy.

 

 

 

Though he had to rest a while before he left, we had a wonderful time discussing the new finds of adventurers.

 

 

 

When he was finally ready to go, I followed him past the mountain, and said my good-bye's at the Catherby beach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, I did not become an archer because it saved my life.

 

 

 

I became an archer because it saved a stranger's life, on behalf of myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What's your opinion?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What's your story?

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