Dawn Dares Not Break

Dawn Dares Not Break

What is found in the dark is often best left there...

Chapter 1 by chalemagne chalemagne

NOTE: Do not use the first "Picture Gallery" Chapter - It does not work and I am unable to delete it - If you want the pretty pictures, please feel free to make use of "Picture Gallery (Works, Offsite)"

So, as I stated earlier, this is my first attempt at a story (although I have done some role playing so I hope I'm not a total blowhard. Heh, blowhard...), so please feel free to offer suggestions.

With that said, I have held a deep, erm, interest (yeah, let's go with that) in Succubi, specifically the "Soul Drain" elements. This might mean the of character/s, but what's the taste of cake without having once eaten stale bread, no?

Alfred walks down the cobbled streets of Aidonsburh with a look of melancholy and excitement upon his handsome face. He'd said his goodbyes to his family and friends as they bid him a bittersweet farewell, all having come to celebrate and see the young man off to your new life of adventure.

It wasn't that Alfred disliked life in Aidonsburh. It was a small town of roughly four dozen households sandwiched in the mouth of a narrow mountain vale - He loved it, in fact. Good people to live by, interesting travelers with their interesting tales, fine beer and mead, plenty of lovely girls of every taste that had always had a crush on him. It had a magnificent view the Edevall forest that stretched down the deep mountain valley, the green tree-tops obscuring the road that ran it's length. But even with all it had to offer, Aidonsburh just didn't scratch that "itch" Alfred felt. It was itch that had been building ever since he played by the edge of the woodland with his friends, spinning great and fantastic tales of adventure glory with sticks for Swords and broad trees for Castles. While his friends of old had grown beyond such ideas, they never ceased to speak to Alfred, seeming only to grow stronger with the years.

Now, Freshly 18, He was ready.

Alfred had been preparing for years - doing odd-jobs for the odd Bit, eagerly chatting with the adventurers that passed through the valley road, picking up their little tips tricks and training for washing their boots, running their errands - Even spending the night with one frisky Elven redhead with some of the cutest freckles... Erm, anyway, He had finally had saved up enough coin for a simple sword and padded cloak (He had been eyeing that Gambeson, but he hadn't wanted to wait any longer to get on the road). Now he left the safety of the half-timber buildings and warm, familiar faces behind, setting out on his journey.

Now, where to go first?

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