The Origin Story Sitting on a bench in the entertainment's quarter the male would smile some and turn to talk "You ever wonder what life would be like if a certain event never happened. Just where we might be if things went just a bit differently. Just how important and intricate the events that transpire truly are and matter in the factors that dictate who it is we become? I mean look at me for instance, I'm some big burly resilient man who is good looking but foolishly trying to live out the life of an adventurer. I mean I don't mean to bore you but if you'd have a drink and settle on down with me I'll share my tale, come please, spend some time with an ever aging future drunk, besides if you don't I'll tell my mom to not serve you any more drinks." he'd wink pointing to the beautiful barmaid. Before he'd begin his tale "With every rise to fame comes with a tale of equal merit. A tale of rags to riches in most cases a story is told to explain the struggles and hardships one face; overcoming adversity and somehow becoming a hero, a legend or simply thwarting evil. The tale usually expands upon a turning point in the protagonist's life and makes them want to change or forced to as such our story is no different. However,this isn't your average tale of heroics and some grand hero that's unbeatable. No this is a tale about an average 'man, living an average life who made a choice to stir things ups a bit; it is a tale about me. Yea, I can already tell and see the cringing. This conceited asshole things he's some hot shit and I going to exaggerate a tale and make himself out to be some hero. It's gonna be the same old same old. Look, I promise if you hear me out til the end you'll be thoroughly surprised. Now, relax a bit, kick back and just listen to what I have to say. There is a reason to all of this, I kind of need your help. But I'll get back to that later, for now, let's start off with the basics. Shall we? I was born of a family of humans, so already life was good. I didn't have to deal with the hatred from warring races to worry about; like the orcs did. I wasn't dirt poor or some slave sold off because I was an unlucky elf. I wasn't some hybrid hated by one and finding it impossible to find a place to fit in. I could have had it a lot worse; but instead, fate found it better to make me just average. I grew up spending the majority of my years in the trade quarters. The son of a hardworking blacksmith whose mother was one of the most beautiful barmaids this side of Orario City. So as you can imagine being born in the middle class with two hard working parents I didn't get to enjoy the lush lifestyles of some of the noble families. I wasn't some spoiled brat who got whatever he wanted, I didn't get a butler or maid to boss me around no. If I wanted something I worked my ass off for it and got it myself. I learned at a young age what it meant to work hard; to know what it was like to keep just where we were. We could afford some things and ran our own business but I wasn't able to enjoy the finer things. Still it might sound like I was bitter, but instead, I am grateful. I wasn't raised and born in the slums sick or going to bed hungry. That isn't to say those people deserve it or are beneath me, I am just admitting they have it much worse. That might also explain why I occasionally try to help out down there when they ask for aid with the soup kitchens. None the less I'm getting off track, where was I...? Ahh yes, the grateful hard working middle-class childhood. Yeah, aside from that I spent my younger years helping out around the shop and learning the trade some; how to make weapons how to manage the trades, how to polish and set up blades. Yet my interest wasn't really in the crafting aspect, but the money. I've been told I can be quite greedy but I like to think I'm just a good businessman. I learned to save and spend when I need to. But it is what it is, covetous or not. It wasn't until my teen years that I started truly developing." He'd pause to take a swig of his mug as he exhaled in delight; the beer finally kicking in as he felt a bit warm. "It was around this time I'd start working in the mines, helping establish a good connection with my father with the mining company own by some noble family I'd work many hours, to which they' sell my father materials at a much cheaper rate and pay me the minimum wage; it was hard work. The hours were brutal and the temperatures were the worst. It was hot and hard to breathe below, then winter was freezing and you'd lose your breath coming up for fresh air. None the less I loved the job, I worked my ass off and for once I was happy where I was. But like all tales happiness is only momentary; a bliss we see in life that is but a brief taste of what is to come once we move on and no longer desire the sins of this world. Although that in itself is ironic considering now the heavens had fallen and gods walked amongst men. But that's not really all that important anyways, just know at this point I couldn't give a damn about the gods. It was at this point I could have been asked to be married by one and bear them a child and I'd have told them to kick rocks. Because by this point in my life; I was bitten by a bug whose venom was the most potent and dangerous of them all; love. You see, that stubborn old nobleman had a daughter, young beautiful and the desire of not just my loins but my heart. A golden-locked goddess in her own right, with the most beautiful eyes you'd swear they were gems. One was as calm and soothing as a sapphire resting upon the sandy shores of a beach on a hot summer day. The other a vibrant green that look so youthful and beautiful, like an emerald necklace draped upon the bosom of a goddess. What I wouldn't give to taste the sweet nectars of her fruit...erm yeah. What I meant was she was quite the beauty and she had me absolutely captivated. Such a magnificent work of art. But I wasn't the only one who had his eyes on her. No, of course, there was her betrothed some spoiled rich politicians son. I can't quite remember his name cuz his was some douche but let's go ahead and get back to what mattered. It was the summer, but four years ago when we first met and I introduced myself. Working for her father we got to spend plenty of time; whenever I was on break or she snuck into the mine to play and ask questions we'd get to know one another. As the year passed we grew quite fond of one another, to the point she made me lunches and we'd spend my break looking lovingly into each other's eyes. Well, that wouldn't last, though, it was around this time the douchebag tried to steal her from me and had harassed her. Being the man that I was I stood up to the boy and pinned him to a wall, he threatened me but I told him if he ever lay a hand on her again he'd pay. Well long story short after an ass whooping the two of us shares a passionate kiss." A brow would arch as he gave a slightly annoyed look before bursting out in a good hardy laugh "Don't even look at me like that, I mean the girl...sick bastard. Anyways that kiss lead to another and before I knew it we were making out. Me and my first love. It was not only my first kiss but the first time feeling up some breasts, well aside from my mother as a baby. But those never count, yet our lusty deeds would be cut short as he father shouted for her as douchebag seemed to stir shit making it difficult for us. Running deep down into the mines we got lost. Not lost but turned around some, Yet when we reached a certain area it seemed that one of the miners hit a bad vein or so and it woke up a crypt of undead. The lot of us soon becoming trapped. It would be several hours deep down inside that we would become trapped. A small group of us fought our best against these demonic, undead hellspawn. But to no avail, we weren't able to defeat them. So we ran, we ran and hid. It was then that we come to the realization her father wasn't going to get help, he'd sooner let us die or he would had she not been there. Revealing herself to be down there her father called for the best of the best from the guild to come help out. We'd try to dig our way out but in the commotion, she had become lost. I hadn't known where she was but a few brave adventurers arrived breaking us free and creating an escape route. I wasn't sure who the mysterious adventurer was, I was barely able to stay with it; oxygen levels were low. But upon collapsing outside, I'd awaken moments later to the disappearance of the mine owner and his daughter. He claimed she'd died in the mines, but douchebag seemed to content and close to him; happy that she had died for me to believe it." He'd shake his head some saddened by the tale as he drank a bit more finishing the mug before tapping for another and taking a sip once more adding to his surely ever growing drunken state. "Hic...you see. I always assumed he'd lied, but by the time I came to most of the adventures were gone so when I went back down in search of her and ran into a horde of skeletons myself I did my best to fight them off. Had one of the adventurers not come back to grab something they'd forgot I wouldn't be here to be telling this tale. No, I'd be another corpse cursed to haunt those mines. Yet I never got the chance to thank that mysterious adventurer. They took off and without even a word returned to exploring or something. I've tried asking the guild but they don't keep records that far back nor do they disclose that sort of information to the public even if they did. So ultimately I've come to the conclusion I'll never see them again. Assuming they are still alive. I just wanted to thank them, to let them know I hadn't thrown away my life since then. You see. Shortly after that event, the mine switched hands and the deal fell through on my contract so I quit. I went off to become and adventurer, but it isn't nearly as easy as it looks." He'd raise his hand wiggling his finger some taking yet another large swig of his drink before he carried on even if they weren't listening; too drunk to notice or perhaps too drunk to care. "So the last three years I've been searching for this adventurer to thank them. To ask if they knew what happened to my first love, to find out many truths to that mysterious day. But for now, I've been forced to just live my life this way; hoping one day to stumble upon such a woman again. To find that person and let them know how much they truly mean and how many lives they've affected. I know it sounds dumb but that in itself is the truth and my origin story. I mean summarized it up in a short story; the battle of the mines itself was a grand tale all it's own. But it takes too long to tell perhaps another time. But for now, I thank you for listening to the sad tale of a supporter who has been down in the dumps for quite some time. But I know one day it will get better, one day indeed. I just need to keep my chin up and stay strong. Ya know? Pops told me ever since I was little, you only fail 100% of the time you never try. So giving up is accepting failure. I'm sure I'll find a nice ending for this story; but for now, it carries on." He'd say somewhat inspirationally before turning to the person beside them. "So care to tell me your tale, or maybe your some sort of gift from the gods here to send me such great news that you know who I'm looking for or where they are. No wait, don't. The last time I got a gift from the gods It was a swift kiss upon the chin with a fist so hard it could shatter mountains. Man, that day was a bitch, but I probably deserved it, I can't remember why just who it was. Freya the mighty, a beautiful goddess with one hell of a twisted personality. I'd still gladly pay tribute to that temple if you know what I mean." He'd say pervertedly drinking the rest of his drink before slumping over and groaning. His body slowly raising once more before finishing the last few drops and spinning around to gaze about the bar, listening to whatever they had to say yet not focusing too much. Cheeks still a crimson red he'd turn and grin some hiccuping. "Hic....you ever thought about getting piss drunk and fucking around inside the dungeon, maybe wrestling those little shit bag goblins. Hell, I'd even be so bold as to go one on one boxing the kobolds. Shit, I could fight them all naked and still come out as good looking coming out as I went in." The male was clearly drunk by this point as he laughed and sighed some hiccuping and smiling wide with a goofy grin. "You know what...you're alright. Don't let anyone tell you different. Even if your face looks like an arse, I happen to think it's appealing. I'm an arse man myself, nothing better than some big old cheeks and a curvy waist. What do you say we go out and find some lusty gals to have some real fun with huh?" He'd say getting up before stumbling forward and landing hard on his ass silently laying there for a moment before bursting out laughing along with a few others at the bar. Eyes shifting up he'd reach a hand out as if he needed some help. His mother; a barmaid coming over to ask for aid in bringing her lightweight of a son home; her own cheeks rosy as she continued giving out drinks as the men cheered.
