Realm of Garrn: The Call of Adventure ~ OoC ~ https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threa...-ooc-and-sign-ups-open-for-new-players.50285/ "Sit ye'selves down and I will spin you a tale 'at were long lost t'er this human world.. Tis a tale of epic adventure, grand duels 'n combat in a world o' warcraft, magic, dungeons an' the like. A place chock full o' such mystical things ne'er seen in this world. T' tales began Lon' ago, when t' King of The High Tower, Riley Kyon the First, an' his kin marched on the darkened soil of Depthre in t' final march o' t' Great War. All t' races was united 'gainst t' dark lord. T' King 'ad when all 'o a sudden out come a massive Fire Drake from t' North! T'were a battle to end t' ages, an- 'Poligies lads and lasses, seem's like I got a wee'bit carried away. Now then, where was I? Oh! 'Ere it comes back! I reckon I was startin' t' story way too early, about a hundred years, if'm bein' precise. So, 'ere's how it went: Lon' ago in t' mythical and wondrous land o' Garrn, there was a group o' heroes who set out 'pon a dangerous quest. Their journey took 'em all'round t' continents, across t' sea, through forests and mountains, an' forced then t' overcome many difficult obstacles that threatened their mission. They was guided 'long on their quest by a power th' was said t' long since have vanished from t' world. Through determination an' vigil, t' heroes managed to destroy the evil an' make t' world safe once again. The tale started out, much like any great tale of adventure does: some'were quiet an' cosy, most likely 'n a tavern o' some kind.. Ah, yes now I remember! 'T were t' town o' Vestial where t' take first began! On a night o' celebration, no less. With the findin' o' a magical artifact, the heroes would meet in t' local tavern and venture out into t' world t' begin their quest! So, lads and lasses.. Are ye ready t' hear t' greatest tale o' Garrn?" ~~~~~~ The sun rose once more over the peaceful Realm of Garrn. It was hard to believe that the harsh winter winds had, until recently, covered the earth with snow. With the snow, brought a relaxing quietness which absorbed all sounds that arose in the land naught but a few months prior. Almost as soon as the sun's daily rise had begun, the smell of the air turned sweet and the winds blew gently. In the midst of the day break, a small flower bud burst gently from its foundations, slowly growing into a beautiful purple blossom. Most saw the first flower bloom as a sign that spring was upon the land, and more would soon follow. Almost as quickly as the first, more and more beautiful flowers arose from the once snowy plains, quickly covering the vast landscape with nothing but sheer beauty. In a few weeks time, the snow had all but melted and all was well and calm. However, most people could not say they had been able to witness this scene personally, except one. It was a young boy with long, pointed ears, who was perched precariously on a nearby cliff ledge. His feet wildly swung about as he carefully and quietly regarded the rising sun. He sighed at the sight of the land and lay down on the grass, staring up into the clear and bright blue sky. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of birds chirping, animals going about their business and the raging roar of the nearby waterfall where the townsfolk received their water. The thunderous crashing of the waterfall was only toned down by the gentle noise of running water coming from the stream that followed. The pale boy opened his eyes and sat up, searching the soft green grass gently for the book he had placed beside him. Even in the sight of such a wondrous and beautiful landscape, he could not help but write, even if he had no stories of his own to put into writing. He took another deep breath, and began writing in his book. Suddenly, as he had just thought of a good starting point, he heard a voice calling him. “Mercanor”, the deep, musky voice called. Mercanor placed the empty book on the ground once more and turned his head to see his father standing behind him. He had a spade in one hand and a pair of gloves in the other. “Come on now, son” Saan said, indicating towards the spade. "Time for your daily chores. You can deal with the crops and take care of the animals today. You’ll have time for your writing afterwards, but right now we need your help.” Mercanor let out a small, but content sigh, taking one last look at the horizon before him. He then gathered his book, placing it in the small pouch he kept tied to his belt, and stood up. Dusting his shirt off, he began walking towards his father. Mercanor took both the spade and the gloves, smiling at his father, who in turn, returned the smile. "If you need any help,” Saan said as Mercanor began to walk away, “I’d advise asking Vent. Gii and I are working on the house. I’m afraid that the hole causing the leak in the roof is getting bigger, and we might have to stay at the Inn for a few days before it’s fixed fully...” Mercanor turned around and began walking backwards so he could see his father. He raised a hand to form a cup around his lips and called out “I’m quite sure I’m capable of doing what’s asked of me." with a playful tone. A smile spread on Saan’s lips, which was followed by a small chuckle. “It’s not like I’m heading off to war or anything, unless those damn worms are back. I'm just tending to some crops, and then some animals.” Mercanor called again, before turning around and rushing off to complete his chores as fast as he could. As he neared the farmhouse, he pulled a small leather flask from his pouch and walked over to the water pump beside the house. It was normally used to fill buckets of water that were needed for the crops, but he often used it for other reasons. He quickly filled his flask with drinking water, knowing he would need it later in the day. After the flask had been filled, Mercanor started on his way to the barn, grabbing a few buckets and a set of sheers. Mercanor took another breath of air and sighed. He loved the feel the early spring air had: it was crisp and cool because of the remaining hints of winter, but warming up just enough because summer was approaching quickly. The smell of the flowers now blooming was sweet and tender, which was mainly the reason he spent so much time outdoors during the spring season. He hated to admit it, but flowers were something he found mildly interesting, although it wasn't something he would mention or bring up in a conversation. In secret though, he marvelled the beautiful planet and even went so far as to learn about all the different varieties of flowers located throughout the Realm of Garrn. He learned many interesting facts about them, such as what type would be good for clearing a headache, or simply what ones to avoid so one doesn’t get a nasty rash from rubbing his or her skin against it. Mercanor finally entered the barn and began to complete his daily chores, which involved milking the cows, sheering the sheep, feeding the animals, collecting eggs from the chickens, disposing of any feces he saw (or smelled) and grooming the horses. Mercanor usually let the animals outside during the spring, summer and fall months, but not because his family didn't have enough feed. He thought it must've been hard staying in a barn all winter, so he let them roam free outside in the fields as a sort of apology. After he had finished his duties with the animals, he gathered up the collected resources and placed them in a bin, ready to go to the market. Mercanor then proceeded to fill another bucket, except this time, with water, and grabbed a small pouch filled with wheat and Pumpkin seeds. After making his way to the acre of fields they owned, he proceeded to plant new crops. Due to the fact the winter had only finished recently, there was no crops for him to harvest, which he found was a slight disappointment. As a Farmboy, Mercanor always enjoyed taking a bite of the first fruits and vegetables of the season. When Mercanor had managed to finish all of his chores, the sun was just reaching its position high above the world, symbolizing the arrival of Mid-Day. His flask had run out of water, so after he refilled it, he took a long swig and quenched his thirst. The half-elvish boy made his way back to the fields so he could watch the animals graze and possibly get inspiration for his book. Mercanor had learned and knew all of the barnyard animal’s names, most of which his father had given them upon their birth, or gained from their previous owner upon purchase. Mercanor used the names commonly when he was handling the animals or even simply comforting them when they were upset. He watched them graze for a half hour or so before he decided to grab some breakfast. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud whinny and turned around. He saw one of the new horses who was born during the winter, seemingly distressed by something. Mercanor placed his flask back into his pouch, then walked towards the young steed, rubbing its nose gently as he began to comfort the mare. “There there, Brèàngul. What’s bothering you?” Mercanor asked in a quiet and comforting tone. The horse turned its head slightly, ushering another whinny, this time much quieter and calmer. Mercanor turned to see the horse looking towards the Droala Mountain's laying to the Northeast of Vestial. He sighed with displeasure, knowing almost exactly what the mare desired: to roam free and discover the lands for herself, seeking truth and the answers, and discovering lost cities and exploring the many continents and regions that consisted within the Realm of Garrn (except, of course, for the dreaded Issei Torul region, which was once the place where evil dwelled). Mercanor knew the thoughts of the mare, not because he could read the minds of beasts, but because he too often thought of leaving the farmhouse, Vestial, and his Farmboy life behind. He wished to just wander the lands, looking for adventure and become part of legend. Mercanor chuckled, still gently patting Brèàngul on the nose and stroking his mane. “Aw, it’s alright girl..” Mercanor explained. “I know exactly how you feel... Tell you what: I promise that if I ever get a chance to go out and explore the world, I’ll be sure to bring you along with me. It would be a great opportunity for the both of us, wouldn’t it?” The mare clopped its hooves against the ground, almost as if it were ready to ride off into the distance with Mercanor upon its back. Mercanor smiled, giving the horse one final pat on the head, before grabbing a small handful of grass, feeding the mare one quick snack. “One day, we'll see it all. For today, we are to remain in Vestial, but one day soon, you and I will be climbing the Droala Mountains, running across the Feria Plains alongside the men of the West, and seeing the splendorous sights the world has to offer... One day...” Mercanor said, sighing slightly in disappointment. He knew that he was needed at the farm, but he wished he could just get away from it all, and choose to go wherever he desired and maybe even learn more about himself along the way... as well as his mother. He had so many questions about her that still remained unanswered. “Who was she? Was she as beautiful as everyone said she was? How did she die? How did his father and her come to be lovers?” Mercanor wished to know more, especially after hearing his appearance is from his “mother’s side”. Did that mean she too had pointed ears and many of the features easily pointed out on Mercanor? If she had those features, then that meant she was an Elf, that much was obvious to anybody with eyes.. But what Mercanor didn't fully understand was: if his father was human, and his mother was an elf.. Then what was he? And why was he so different from Vent and Gii? With so many unanswered questions and riddles about his heritage popping up, it made Mercanor doubt that he would be anything other than a farm boy. However, trouble was brewing in the realm, and it would soon fall upon himself and a group of people soon to become his allies, to protect the world and fend off the oncoming evils.