Nevyn Snyders
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Account: Nevyn
Character: Nevyn SnydersA middle aged couple, with threadbare clothing and spindly arms stand outside the temple to Torm, gazing up at it, carrying a young boy, perhaps 8 in their arms, ill with a wasting disease. They enter seeking a priest out, "Reverand Sir, please, our son is sick, and we can not afford to feed him…. please" "I'm sorry ma-am, I would love to help you but...., there is only so much I can offer free..." "Perhaps he could stay with the temple then, he would live....." "I shall see what I can do."
Later that day the couple leave, light on their faces that their young son will live, but sorrow that he will not be part of their lives anymore. Inside, a young boy tosses and turns in the grips of the disease, tended day after day by patient healers, feeding him broth and keeping him warm in the bed. Over the weeks colour returns to his cheeks and eventually he is up and out of bed again....
A few years pass.....
A young lad sits in a classroom with 3 others, scribing a scroll infront of him to a blank piece of parchment. "No Snyders, I've told you again and again, cross the top of the t, not the bottom, thats no good, your going to have to do it all again, and your on feeding the pigs again tonight for yet another mistake." "but sir....." "No but's, next time get it right" The young lad sighs, and is seen feeding the pigs and trying to avoid getting knocked over into the mud in the rush, to no avail.
Another few years pass...
The same lad is out on the training field, sweating carrying a wooden shield & sword, sparring against a man in armour. "Strike, Shoulder, Other shoulder, Knee, Head" The lad strikes, his blows easily parried and the blade knocked from his hand on his third stike. "Keep a grip lad, use your thumb, thats what it's there for, and your opponent in a real fight won't wait while you rub your sore wrist, now again, Shoulder, Shoulder, Knee, Head" And so it goes on for several hours. "Good work Snyders, you may still cross your t's badly, but at least you can swing a sword better than most"
Another few years pass...
And the young lad, now grown to a man stands in the courtyard of the temple, in brown robes with a cerimonial sword at his waist. In the front of the courtyard stands a priest wearing a white robe, and several other young men in brown robes stand around. "Nevyn Snyders, today you have been given leave to go forth from the temple and seek your way. While you may still be lacking in some area's of your education Torm will provide for you if you are worthy of his attention, and may you carry his word to others." The young man kneels and speaks. "Yes sir, I shall carry his word forth, but never forget that it is only through mercy that I am able to do so, and from this, I shall pray for the mercy of others, even if I am forced to take their lives in the pursuit of justive and good." The priest smiles "Rise now, and leave here, a Cleric of Torm"
The young man stands, and returns to his chamber, laying aside his cerimonial robes and sword for the last time, dressing himself in new clothes, and setting out on the great unknown road, to see where his travels will take him.
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Reviewed - XP Pending.
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Heh, 2nd whoops, walked into too many Crits
Name now has one space before first name
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Whoops, my bad, Account name: Nemund
Forgot I got bumped from my usual account name for NWN online
