The Story of Skwanky Furrytoe, or How I Lost the Hair On the Other Nine.
The city of <cool city name> lies in the shadow of <scary sounding mountain/range name>. Buried in the <something> forest, with ready access to the mountain roads, <city> is home to a thriving crafting community. <more city blah, blah, blah>
I don’t how the bards do it. Anyway, it’s my story, so I can tell it as I please. My earliest memories are of me and my many siblings (really, I couldn’t tell you how many) running around the city. The food, the trinkets, so many things to get your little hands on. It was the life. I have vague memories of my mother, mostly making meals, and little recollection of my father at all. Around the age of 4 I began life with a new family. Why this happened, to this day I still do not know. My new mother, Thora Firebane, chose to name me after her grandfather, Skwanky. Like him, she was a master blacksmith and was teaching her twins, Frax and Prina, the family trade. For a while, I too was allowed to learn this fine trade. It was true work. Sore muscles, soot and sweat, if you went to bed without these three things, you didn’t have a good day. At least that’s the way I was brought up until that fateful day. Testing the newly cooled swords, sparring with the much stronger Frax, I accidentally (really, like I’d do it on purpose!) knocked over a recently poured mold, setting a fair portion of the smithy aflame. While no one was hurt, and the damage contained quite quickly, I was never allowed to play (or work) in the area of the (rebuilt) smithy again. Oh, I also managed to permanently burn all the hair off of my feet, the lone exception being my left big toe.
Seeing the sadness in my eyes at not being allowed to work, Prina took to setting up the training dummies for me to target with a sling. Now even I knew that allowing me to chuck rocks towards the smithy from across the yard probably wasn’t the best idea, it did allow me to pretend to still be part of their day. This was swell…until I clipped Frax in the head, leaving him bedridden for a few days while the wound healed. It was in his altered state that he deemed me a “furrytoe” and not a Firebane. Well, now I wasn’t even allowed to play with my sling. At least not while anyone was around. My mom worked hard to convince me that while the twins were supposed to dirty, my job was to stay as clean as possible. That’s how I was to help her. Bah, this wasn’t fun at all. For a while it was entertaining to see just how much trouble I could get into without getting dirty, but even that got old. I think at some point she brainwashed me because one morning I woke up and not only understood her new thinking but agreed with it! I was allowed to wear the fine weapons and armor coming out of the smithy, under the condition I kept them pristine. Boy did I. I never looked better!
As soon as hit the adventuring age, I began to hunger. A lot. While I often would out eat the others at any given meal, it wasn’t anything too obnoxious. That changed as I got older. Unwilling to eat Thora and the twins out of house and smithy, I decided it was time to find my own road. But first, there was something I had to do. How does one repay the lady that raised him? Well, I heard a rare smithing book could be found in Caladan. Packing up my hefty supply of armor polish and as many rolls as I could carry, I headed out.
What’s this?? This isn’t about WoW! No, indeed it is not. You see, I have another character now. One who rolls dice. Last week I was lucky enough to get into a coworkers Swords and Wizardry game. It’s old school D&D. Apparently retro-gaming is in. Spread the word. Anyway, this is my first attempt at a little back story. My character is a halfling fighter type who hates to get his armor dirty. He chooses to stand back away from the fight and throw rocks. We’ll see how long this flies. The DM has the adventure logs up for anyone interested in reading them. I love this new wave of new school meets old school. So yeah, I think I’ll post some stories here regarding this adventure as well as my WoW ones. I’ll see where this direction takes me…