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Nothing much today. An acquaintance stopped by and I wrote a back story for my character in the RPing game I joined. I'll post it below.
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THE STORY OF LOCKE FELGAARD
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At the age of 8, Locke Felgaard was given his bow by his father, Krythis Felgaard. He trained day and night for he aspired to be the greatest archer that ever was. At the age of 12 he had proven himself worthy enough to join in the daily hunt. He was overjoyed, but something troubled him. He knew not what, but something chilled him to the very core. He put aside his fears and proceeded with the hunt. He traveled far into the woods until he had found his prey. A large boar, one that could feed at least 10. He withdrew an arrow from his quiver, and loaded it into his bow. He had always hated to see any creature suffer, but he knew it must be done. He aimed and then releasing the arrow put an end to the boar. He quickly ran over to retrieve his prize. He said a quick prayer for the soul of the animal he had harvested. He dragged the creature behind him as began the journey home.

Traveling into the forest as far as he did by himself was a reckless move, but he had always done things on his own. He had a difficult time making friends with the other children in the village. And so he was looked at as something of a loner. As he was walking he noticed the sky begin to darken and an ominous wind began to blow. Locke looked up at a nearby tree to the sight of a crow staring back at him with cold, lifeless eyes. Continuing onward he saw his village engulfed in flames. He dropped the animal and hurried over to the inferno.

In the village he saw the streets littered with the corpses of his neighbors. The sight coupled with the stench of burning corpses was too much for him. Everything had been destroyed and no survivors were in sight. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around to see his father with blood-stained clothing.
"Locke you must.....get out of here," Krythis spoke with pain and fear in his voice.
"What happened here?" inquired Locke, panic filling his voice.
"Just go! Or else you'll end up like us. Locke.....I "
His words were cut short by way of a sword through his abdomen. As his father's lifeless body slid off of the blade the true enemy was revealed. A knight shrouded in dark armor gazed at the child with a cold heartless stare. As he turned to leave, he realeased a cachinnation that increased the fear and hatred that now coursed through Locke. With his back turned, Locke took his chance and released an arrow at the intruder only to have it caught, and broken. Locke looked around him at the carnage and desecration. His head began to spin and shortly lost consciousness.

When he awoke he was alone amid the ashes of a once proud village. He stood up and surveyed the landscape. Then falling to his knees he began to weep uncontrollably. He thought about everyone he had ever known and loved. How they had died unjustly. His tears of sorrow dried as the heat of rage grew within him. He wanted revenge more than anything.
"By Corellon Larethian I shall have my revenge!" he shouts, his screams echoing throughout the land. For 10 years he has searched for the slayer of his family, friends, home and everything he ever was. He now sits at the Green Dragon's Inn resting for a spell.