Querido's History

[Colane]

Querido \'s father Querodion The Fine was a wealthy jeweler
who had married 14 women by the time Querido was 12.

When Querido became 16 he was already a tall and strong young man and he loved helping Djoskell the Farmer, since he was more a father to him than Querodion even been.

Querido decided to run away from his father and live with Djoskell and help him with his crops and milk his old cow Moochie. But when Moochie started giving sower milk, Djoskell asked Querido to kill Moochie for food during the wintertime, since the water was already beginning to freeze.

Querido was shocked and couldn\'t slaughter Moochie, who had been somewhat of a friend to Querido. So the next night Querido left the gate open so Moochie could run away.

And indeed the next morning Moochie was gone, and Querido acted like he was sad, because now they would have little rations for the cold winter time.

Djoskell was woried, he was an old man and looked upon the future with a grim face.

Wintertime came, Querido was having a great time playing in the snow, but inside Djoskell was hiding that he had become ill. One winternight Querido noticed that Djoskell wasn\'t feeling right and checked under the matras for money to buy Djoskell medicine, but there was nothing. Djoskell saud to Querido, that his time has come and that Querido would get his farm and land if only he granted his last wish, to bury him next to his wife, who passed away before Querido was even born.

But Querido would not listen to this madness, and went to town to find Djoskell some medicine. He danced in the tavern for money, but when he finished there was only laughter. Querido was hurt, but acted like he was laughing aswell, and while he walked towards the door, he bumped into several drunk merchants and looted their pockets.

Outside Querido counted his loot and got the medicine needed to heal Djoskell, happy he ran to the farm and arrived the next morning. But only to find, that he was too late.
Djoskell had passed away...

Querido cried, and carries Djoskell to the grave of his wife and buried him next to it.

Now Querido had gotten the farm and the land, but he couldn\'t find his peace, and decided to leave.
Where to? He didn\'t know, aslong as it wasn\'t near the farm and Djoskells grave, because Querido blamed himself for the death of Djoskell. If only he had killed Moochie for her meat, but he couldn\'t. Now he killed someone more precious to him.

Querido walked and ran, further and further away, but he had little money left and much hunger to still, so had to steal again, and he kept stealing, even if it ment killing another man, because he couldn\'t feel anymore,

not, with his hart ...

[Colane]

Is my story so bad ?
Or is everyone speechless ?

come on, give me some comments !

[Yann]

This is a pretty sad story... But i like the way Querido has become a rogue.

[Dexlan]

Don\'t panic!! 8o

First, Good start to the story or is that it? I\'d like to know a little more about Querido and would think that you have not finished, are you going to write more?

If so you have to keep at it, I stopped mine but will start again as soon as i have some time but not every one replies too many post might spam up your story on others.

I do like how this starts and will read more if you write it!
But give us a few more details like what race is Querido?
Good luck!!

[Colane]

Okay, Actually i was finished,
I only wanted to write Querido\'s history.
But I\'ll make up some more
but thx for the positive comments

[Colane]

Querido was still, hiding in a shadow, watching.
The seemingly rich merchand wobbled trough a shady allyway and was mumbling inside his mount. You could smell he had been drinking. Querido waited, for the right time. He had robbed drunk merchants before so he knew it was only a matter of time until ... *SCHWABANG!* ... until they pass out.
Querido smiled and came out of the shadow, already thinking of what to do with his loot, wich this merchant most likely had. He approched the drunk and was about to reach for his pocket when suddenly ...

... everything went dark!
Querido paniced.
What was this, did someone backstad him?
A point of light appeared, Querido was being drawn to it.
He became dizzy, he saw more lights, colours he had never seen before, he heared sounds, beautiful sounds and horrid sounds, they became stronger, louder, but then ...
it stopped, all became still and black

Querido awakes
The light was dim, laughter and hurly-burly filled the thick air that was in the tavern.
Where did Querido find himself now?
He rose up in his chair, and peered out the open door.
It was dark outside.
Querido felt good, although a strong banging in the back of his head anoyed him.
Querido roughly counted two dozen of mugs in front of him.
Did he drank himself unconsious?
As he tried to stand up he nearly fell, a bit of a woozy feeling came to him.
Querido stood still for a while, then it passed.
He drag himself outdoors, the shady lighted road looked unfamiliar.
The rogue knew for sure, he\'d never been here before.
He wandered through the streets.
Suddenly a creature stood before him, it was big and seemed to exist out of stone. Querido was frightend as his red eyes peered at him.
\"Good Evening\" he said with a heavy voice, and walked on.
What was this place?
What am I doing here? wondered Querido.
A fountain was up ahead, Querido sat on the little brick wall that surounded it, and drank of the water, it tasted fresh. Querido felt tired and stumbled to a crate placed against a wall. He sat himself on the crate and leaned against the wall. Confused he thought of his situation as he fell asleep ...

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Edited some bad spelling :-s
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[Dexlan]

:]  Great to see your keeping it up!

But hey! your writing seems to have improved !!
I\'d keep this up if i were you as this last entry was better, just enjoy your own story as you write it!I\'ll keep reading!
 

[Yann]

Hey, i wanna read the next part now !  

[Colane]

Querido awakened, he saw a yellowisch substance surrounding him, the big chunks reminded him of the steak he had before he wanted to rob that drunk merchant. Querido guessed that the water wasn\'t drinkable after all ...

He stood up, feeling quite normal.
Querido started to speculate about his being again. Suddenly, as if he remembered something from a dream, it al made sence, he had come to Yliakum to steal from the rich and give to the poor!

Querido headed back for the tavern, but already before entering he could here the was a fight. Two Krans, obviosly drunk, were mouthing of to eachother and pushing eachother, crashing some chairs and a table.
The bar-keeper was freaking out yelling and cursing at the two drunk bricks. Suddenly a man fully dressed in white approuched the two krans, he pointed with his finger and *ZAP* the two immense creatures were gone. everyone looked surprised as just outside *schrwaBANG* Querido, still standing in the doorway looked back and saw the same two kran still fighting ...

The white mage was talking to the barkeeper and it didn\'t seem friendly. then he walked outside, and he simply signaled the two drunk kran and they followed as if the white mage were their master ...


Querido was curious, and followd the threesome ...

[Colane]

The mage and his goons walked trough the streets with Querido following them in the shadows. It seemed as if they did not notice his precence when all of the sudden Querido felt a weird swirl in his head.

The old but strong looking face of the white mage flashed before his eyes.
\"Leave us while you still can!\" is whispered strong.
Querido was amazed, the threesome was still walking, a few meters ahead. This magic was dark he could sence it, the white mage was evil.

Querido -scared of the dark forces- left them a went to look for a safe place to sleep, but he didn\'t feel comforted, not with the knowledge that the mage was in his head.

He returned to the tavern, but he was not tired, he rented a room en drank some bitter ale, it wasn\'t really tasty, but he didn\'t care. He stared at the broken chairs and table, and though of the incident. it must have been some kind of mob, he thought, they\'re extoring the bar-keeper, like hoodlums. \"yeah, that must be it\" he tried to forget and went to bed. he fell asleep quick but his dreams were filled with questions ...