Jerrick Rayfe "A crossroads of confrontation and choice
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Player name : JerrickRafe
IN game: Jerrick RayfeBackground
-Prologue- "A crossroads of confrontation and choice."Jerrick is the bastard son of an elven woman, whose name he does not remember. He knows his father is human, and was known as "So-and-so The Red" Nobody he has asked could tell him anything else, since only his mother seemed to know the first name, and she died shortly after Jerrick's birth.
His mother's family raised him in typical elf fashion… which is hardly at all when concerning a half-human bastard child. He wasn't quite a smart as his classmates with the arts, but he was also put in with pupils "His own age" who were in fact double his age, although considered to be at the same maturity level as Jerrick.
His human blood disgusted him for the better part of his life, and at 20 he had very good reason to decide that it was time to strike out on his own.
He was training at swordplay with several of his elven "peers", after they had just finished archery practice. Jerrick could split an arrow 4 times out of 5, which bested all of his peers easily, and he was stronger as well. His arrows routinely went most of the way through the target, which actually seemed to impress a few of the female elves in his class, and earned him more emnity from the rest.
The swordplay was going as routinely as it always had, when the three groups of 2 fighters, suddenly became two groups of three. The group without Jerrick fought equally between the three of them, however Jerrick's group double teamed him mercilessly. Instructors were busy discussing orc raids a few leagues to the west, the other group was screaming and hollering as if they were an orc tribe. This of course drowned out the cries of pain that escaped Jerrick's lips despite his best effort to keep them in, and within a few minutes, the half elf was lying bruised and broken on the floor, bleeding profusely while still trying to stand back up and continue. The world went black to the sound of a voice behind him saying, "Stay down." followed by a ringing in his ears and a new lump on the back of his head.
...Indistinct murmuring gradually formed into words as Jerrick awakened an unknown time later "...not made for that kind of swordplay. They're faster than you, and they know you hold back so it's fair. You're stronger and then know it. You're a good kid, but frankly, you can be an idi... You're awake!"
A face resolved itself out of the blackness of the young half-elf's eyelids, and it was a visage that was only faintly familiar. This could have been from repeated blows to the head... or it was someone in the village he didn't know well. "We're leaving in the morning, and the poultice will make the throbbing stop in a few hours. Go back to sleep now, and drink this. One more day of sleep after three straight isn't going to hurt any."
A liquid was poured down his throat, and he was woken up later by the sound of cooking food and the feel of sunlight on his skin. The ancient elf in front of him, dressed in skins and armed with a bow, grey yet strong and hardy as oak, pulled him to his feet firmly, yet gently. "She sent me you, you know, and you haven't disappointed her so far, and I don't expect you to start now!"
The question never came forth from the lips of the bewildered bastard half-elf, but the intense gaze half-hidden behind a curtain of reddish brown spoke enough, with a hint of hostility in the mix if the elder was not mistaken. "Who you ask?" the sinewy, fur dressed elf inquired for him, pausing for added dramaticism if nothing else. "Why, Meilikki of course. Didn't she come to you in your sleep? You said her name three times. " Jerrick had very little recollection of any of this, but shrugged, and took the first steps of his journey as a druid follower of Mielikki. -End Prologue-
-Present day- Jerrick returned to the town of Jiyyd in the 33rd year. Young for an elf, middle adult for a human, roughly teenage would have to suffice for a description of a half-elf, as they're neither here nor there was far as the brief lifespan of a human or the longevity of an elf is concerned. Still young, and fresh from his training as a druid and a ranger, he thought that he would begin his adventuring days in a small place, where tales of his valor might spread amongst the smallfolk. Tales of Goblins and Giants were about in town, neither of which Jerrick had any liking for, so he sought out the swamp on the edge of town, hoping to bring the skins of creatures that did not belong back into town, in exchange for a warm room or some glory from a bard desperate for sing material.
It was scarce an hour into his journey, when he was beset by foul creature from several sides. For the first time in his life, his ears were graced by the sound of the voice of his goddess, Mielikki. "Flee, your end is not here!" Thinking foolishly that he knew his skill better than his own goddess, whom he had little more than a fleeting belief in, he fought valiantly rather than fleeing. He perished alone, unsung, and pathetically, sinking into the peat and becoming one with the swamp he had set to liberate from intruders, for his own glory.
"Alright, you didn't know better, and you'll have another chance, whether you like it or not. I'm not finished with you yet. I didn't save you from your own kin, or warn you from those beasts that slayed you, (Yes you're dead) just to have you think you know your destiny better than I do! "
His Goddess took a breath, as admonishing a mortal took infinite patience, and even more care than resurrecting one, as pride was far more deadly than any plague, and could cause the best of intentions to topple nations, races, even Gods.
"This time, pay attention, and do NOT let any harm come to your new companion. No, the old elf isn't having anything else to do with you, you're supposed to have learned something from him, so you'd best begin remembering what you're doing. Watch for signs from me, and follow them. You will know what I want from you. Best of luck Jerrick Rayfe, I will shelter you always, so long as you stay true to your path. "
Thus, Jerrick's name was changed to Jerrick Rayfe (From Rafe) as he found in a slip of parchment in his pocket when he awoke refreshed, surprised, and alive. "Remember Y" it said upon the slip, that crumbled to dust as he read it, upon the morning's light touching it through the open window of the deserted shack he awoke in. The wolf at his feet looked at his expectantly, and he took his first steps back into the world.
(Jerrick died on his first trip out, despite having "Divine Intervention" happen to no avail against several bloodthirsty swamp denizens. He was re-created in story, and will be re-created on the server later tonight, on May 14th.)
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Reviewed, XP pending
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All finished and ready for review. ^_^ My char has been created and it being played.
Thanks for patience!
