Post by Cillian on Oct 31, 2018 20:14:34 GMT -5
There isn’t much a peasant boy has to look forward to; unless of course they enjoy the mundane, simple, and routine filled life. And for all its faults, Cillian enjoyed it. Every way or walk of life has its positives and negatives, surely.
Most peasants know their future and their children’s future and there’s a certain security in the within the cycle.
Security. While most claim to want freedom, or change, when one really get’s down to it, mortal, sentient beings want security. That’s the basic truth, and as ironic as it may be, some will go to dangerous lengths to defend their security and safety.
This is where Cillian’s enjoyable peasant life began to face trouble. Just as most families located in Silverpine soon found themselves… Cillian’s family had become locked between the Graymane Wall, the Worgen Curse, and the impending wave of death known as the Scourge. His family had put their faith in the Light, and it may have protected them—as it wasn’t the Light who betrayed them. His father had slowly been descending into a mad state. Trying anything he could to prevent his family’s death, and to secure them some semblance of security. It was little use running; the roads would have been just as dangerous. Ultimately, he had sought out those afflicted with the Worgen Curse. Perhaps the ferocity could save his family. He felt they would last longer as feral beasts than as scared, defenseless peasants; but of course he was wrong.
Eventually, he found what he had been looking for. Exactly what he had been looking for. And with a blind sense of rabid rage, the hulking beast which had been Cillian’s father, tore into his humble family. There was nothing to be done. Cillian only needed to hear the screams to understand; he could save no one, and even had he tried his family would’ve been dead long before he could make the short run back to his home. So he left—and ran until he found a caravan of refugees trying to make their way to Southshore.
For a while he hopped in with the dirty, fearful, and worn crowd figuring he’d have nothing better to do other than stick with them. A certain strength in numbers or something along those lines. Eventually he had become close with one of the leaders of the caravan, a man who was one of the select few who could have realistically defended the group had they been attacked. A paladin from Lordaeron; one who in normal times would have had no time for a boy like Cillian, but given the circumstances he thought it smart to train Cillian; the more able to hold a sword, the better.
Cillian learned a basic set of skills from the man, and had been taught entry level Light magics and prayers. He had also been given very basic equipment—which had belonged to the paladin’s previous squire. It was with this mentor which Cillian spent much of his formative years, having reached Southshore, and eventually Stormwind together. Cillian had a naturally inquisitive mind and made a pact to destroy the dark and evil powers which had threatened his home, because in his mind, those were the true threats to security. And he so greatly craved to return to some semblance of security.
He would later venture out on his own, meeting different people, learning various skills, and taking on contracts to earn some coin to survive. Many close calls, and horrifying experiences later the man has become something of an expert; with a specialty in exorcisms, investigations, and bounty collecting. Never truly feeling safe, he would instead focus his efforts to try and provide that sense of security to others—it was the least he could do… for the right amount of coin of course.
Most peasants know their future and their children’s future and there’s a certain security in the within the cycle.
Security. While most claim to want freedom, or change, when one really get’s down to it, mortal, sentient beings want security. That’s the basic truth, and as ironic as it may be, some will go to dangerous lengths to defend their security and safety.
This is where Cillian’s enjoyable peasant life began to face trouble. Just as most families located in Silverpine soon found themselves… Cillian’s family had become locked between the Graymane Wall, the Worgen Curse, and the impending wave of death known as the Scourge. His family had put their faith in the Light, and it may have protected them—as it wasn’t the Light who betrayed them. His father had slowly been descending into a mad state. Trying anything he could to prevent his family’s death, and to secure them some semblance of security. It was little use running; the roads would have been just as dangerous. Ultimately, he had sought out those afflicted with the Worgen Curse. Perhaps the ferocity could save his family. He felt they would last longer as feral beasts than as scared, defenseless peasants; but of course he was wrong.
Eventually, he found what he had been looking for. Exactly what he had been looking for. And with a blind sense of rabid rage, the hulking beast which had been Cillian’s father, tore into his humble family. There was nothing to be done. Cillian only needed to hear the screams to understand; he could save no one, and even had he tried his family would’ve been dead long before he could make the short run back to his home. So he left—and ran until he found a caravan of refugees trying to make their way to Southshore.
For a while he hopped in with the dirty, fearful, and worn crowd figuring he’d have nothing better to do other than stick with them. A certain strength in numbers or something along those lines. Eventually he had become close with one of the leaders of the caravan, a man who was one of the select few who could have realistically defended the group had they been attacked. A paladin from Lordaeron; one who in normal times would have had no time for a boy like Cillian, but given the circumstances he thought it smart to train Cillian; the more able to hold a sword, the better.
Cillian learned a basic set of skills from the man, and had been taught entry level Light magics and prayers. He had also been given very basic equipment—which had belonged to the paladin’s previous squire. It was with this mentor which Cillian spent much of his formative years, having reached Southshore, and eventually Stormwind together. Cillian had a naturally inquisitive mind and made a pact to destroy the dark and evil powers which had threatened his home, because in his mind, those were the true threats to security. And he so greatly craved to return to some semblance of security.
He would later venture out on his own, meeting different people, learning various skills, and taking on contracts to earn some coin to survive. Many close calls, and horrifying experiences later the man has become something of an expert; with a specialty in exorcisms, investigations, and bounty collecting. Never truly feeling safe, he would instead focus his efforts to try and provide that sense of security to others—it was the least he could do… for the right amount of coin of course.
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