Recently, I've been playing in a role-playing game that a friend has been working on making. This is the story of the character that I played towards the end of that game.
He was born in a small village outside Kempen. Born to a poor father and mother. His brothers and sisters were younger than him, and Kell felt a responsibility to taking care of them. Growing up, he had noticed an aptitude for music in him, and one day, after his thirteenth birthday, after doing his chores, he approached a caravan that had arrived in the town and noticed a man selling some odds and ends. He noticed a flute, not a fancy one, but one made out of brass, with some dents in it. It seemed to call to him, and he spent what little money he had on it. He then began to pack his clothes, tell his parents that he was going on his travels in an attempt practice his art, and promised to send them some of the money he made each month. They tried to stop him, but he was too forceful, and told them that what little money they had would be better spent on his younger siblings.
He arrived in Kempen after a weeks travel. He had signed on with the caravan, offering to play what little music he knew for safe passage to the city. He slept roughly, as it was cold and damp at that time of year. The caravan guards mistreated him, as they felt they had to look after him, seeing as he was only a young boy.
Upon arrival in the city, Kell began to look for a place to stay. This was difficult, as he had very little money, and he eventually ended up sleeping on the street, for the night. In the morning, he found a place to busk for the day, and to his surprise, he made a fair amount of money, at least enough to pay for a room for the night.
He paid for the room, and left his meager pack there. He continued to busk, slowly, over 3 years, making enough money to pay for some clothing. It wasn't what a lord would wear, but they were good quality. This was the first purchase he'd made for himself since buying himself a weapon, so that he wouldn't be attacked in the street. His sword, and his clothing, along with his flute, were his only possessions. While Kempen had been good to him over the 3 years, and he'd made friends, he felt like he wanted to see the rest of the world.
He began to travel, leaving Kempen and heading towards the town of Zul, having heard of something of great importance going on there soon...
More coming soon!
He was born in a small village outside Kempen. Born to a poor father and mother. His brothers and sisters were younger than him, and Kell felt a responsibility to taking care of them. Growing up, he had noticed an aptitude for music in him, and one day, after his thirteenth birthday, after doing his chores, he approached a caravan that had arrived in the town and noticed a man selling some odds and ends. He noticed a flute, not a fancy one, but one made out of brass, with some dents in it. It seemed to call to him, and he spent what little money he had on it. He then began to pack his clothes, tell his parents that he was going on his travels in an attempt practice his art, and promised to send them some of the money he made each month. They tried to stop him, but he was too forceful, and told them that what little money they had would be better spent on his younger siblings.
He arrived in Kempen after a weeks travel. He had signed on with the caravan, offering to play what little music he knew for safe passage to the city. He slept roughly, as it was cold and damp at that time of year. The caravan guards mistreated him, as they felt they had to look after him, seeing as he was only a young boy.
Upon arrival in the city, Kell began to look for a place to stay. This was difficult, as he had very little money, and he eventually ended up sleeping on the street, for the night. In the morning, he found a place to busk for the day, and to his surprise, he made a fair amount of money, at least enough to pay for a room for the night.
He paid for the room, and left his meager pack there. He continued to busk, slowly, over 3 years, making enough money to pay for some clothing. It wasn't what a lord would wear, but they were good quality. This was the first purchase he'd made for himself since buying himself a weapon, so that he wouldn't be attacked in the street. His sword, and his clothing, along with his flute, were his only possessions. While Kempen had been good to him over the 3 years, and he'd made friends, he felt like he wanted to see the rest of the world.
He began to travel, leaving Kempen and heading towards the town of Zul, having heard of something of great importance going on there soon...
More coming soon!
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