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Conor Knoxx
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((OOC: this is the IC / RP thread for the Friday night group of RP'ers playing the original campaign of Neverwinter Nights 2. All future posts here IC please.))
Our tale starts with humble beginnings in a little village known as West Harbor. It is only a week or so before the High Harvest Fair. Within this sleepy little village are several young folk whose destiny awaits, and whose lives are about to change in ways they never imagined....
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The arrow flew straight and true, striking the wild boar in the chest, piercing its heart and killing it instantly. A perfect shot. Unlike the previous three, one of which was lodged permanently in the trunk of the old oak tree, another which jutted unhappily from the boar’s backside, and a third which had disappeared into the mire... He wasn’t really supposed to be out here in the Mere of Dead Men, rather only at its edges, hunting rabbit and fox for furs, for his step-father, Daeghun. He was only a few paces in though, and was certain there was no real danger here, at least no more than he could manage. Though he practiced incessantly, and was indeed quite talented with his bow, it was never quite good enough to satisfy Daeghun. If asked, Penderin would state flatly that he did it not because of his step-father at all, only for his own love of archery. Most folks just nodded and gave him that look of “knowing agreement”...
He made his way carefully forward, talking quietly to himself “three wasted arrows for one boar Penderin? Your first day out of the yard, or what? Maybe you need to stick to those blunted arrows and hay bales behind the house then, somewhere “safe” hrmm? And how are you going to pay for all these arrows that you are shooting wildly into the Mere? Certainly not with the spoils of your hunting skill!” he admonished himself out loud as he approached the dead beast.
He thought he would remove one of its tusks as proof of his hunting ability, but the rest he would just have to leave for the smaller scavengers to feed on tonight. They would get a nice free meal anyway, and he was certain it would not go to waste. He would just have to be careful in explaining exactly “where” he came across the boar.
Pulling out his razor-sharp skinning knife, he bent to remove the tusk. Concentrating fully on the task at hand, he didn’t hear the second boar charging until the grass rustled a few feet behind him. He raised his head in surprise, and barely started to turn when the beast’s head rammed with stampede-like force into his backside, sending Penderin’s prone body sprawling forward like a fish jumping out of a pond. His flight was halted abruptly though, by the old Oak tree that was only 2 yards in front of him. The coppery smell of blood filled his nostrils as the world went immediately black...
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