Warrior (Male)

man. Or at least you should, considering how many tournaments I've won." You boast in jest, having only won one tournament in the past three months.

"Indeed; now calm down, young warrior, lest you forget that your decrease in performance only came about after you neglected my lessons to go and frolick with young maidens." Your gaunt and meticulous tutor says, without the least reproach.

"I wouldn't call it 'frolicking,'" you say, a sly grin appearing on your 'battle-hardened' face, "and I wouldn't call them maidens either."

"Oh enough, or should I tell your father of your truancy?" He asks, one eyebrow arched and arms folded in a mock-stern pose. "It's time to go and get ready your journey; get your bow, your supplies, your sword, your shield--"

"I know; I know." You cut him off.

"Meet your father in his office in no less than thirty minutes." He says, leaving you to get ready.

You arrive in twenty-nine minutes at the study of your father, the Lord of Therings. {Seriously, that's what the province is called; whatever, I didn't name it, oh wait, yes I did} You can see that he is pleased with the son he sees standing before him and are thrilled when he grants you one of his prized horses for your journey. Bidding his favorite son goodbye, he cautions you that there will be many dangers, but also many rewards.

"When I was your age, I went to the capital myself and had many worthwhile experiences that helped me become the man I am today." He reminisces. "You can join a guild or lead the guard of the universities, being of such high status," he laughs and points at the crest that adorns your shield, "but you could also join up with the king himself, one of his knights or a palace guard."

"Thank you, father."

You embrace your father and then seek out the rest of your family, saying goodbye and being wished fortune. Then, having said goodbye to your friends and mentor, you set out on one of the finest horses in all of Therings. {Yes, I know it's stupid, but it makes me laugh.}