Post by gunathon on Jun 3, 2012 15:00:22 GMT -5
my story, is to be kept secret. I have enemies in Bree who would love to see me dead. Understand the trust I have in you my kin, for very few know the truth.
my real name is Adam cottonwood. My family lived north of bree in a small house beside the greenway, just south of the old fort ruins. my Father, John cottonwood was a fletcher, and a bowman of respectful skill. my Mother, Lily cottonwood died when i was young. since i could walk my father taught me the ways of the forest and bow. i would often sneak off into chetwood at night and return by morning with a doe or a pair of coneys. Between his craft and my hunting we made ends meet. near my coming of age my Father came to me with something wrapped in parchment, he said, "son, your a man now, and because of that i can now trust you with this" handing me the parcel smiling i proceeded to open it, finding the most beautiful bow i'd ever seen. it was made of black ash with fine leather for the handle. also in the parcel was a slender black quiver with arrows made with raven feathers. I stared in amazement while my Father said, "son, this bow is my greatest work, and i doubt i will ever repeat it. With this bow go and make a name for yourself. give the minstrels a new hero to sing about eh son?"winking at me with a slight smile.
the next night i returned from my usual hunting trip, but as i walked closer to my house i saw men running out of my house with my fathers bows. i would have chased them then, but the next thing i saw stopped me cold. my father dead on ground, shot through the heart with his own arrows. my head swirled as a hurricane of hate and sadness ravaged my mind. then and there i swore those men would pay, and there death would not be quick.
quickly searching my house i found fire oils, an old black hood, and my fathers sword. i would have taken more, if i knew i could never return, but im getting ahead of my own story. i tracked the men into chetwood, laughing in my mind "those fools, there in my land now" running ahead of them about a mile i planned my trap. i gathered vines i made a net and doused it all in fire oil. setting my snare i sat and waited in a tree nearby, for you see they would have to go through for the brush was too thick on each side. after awhile i could hear them bumbling through the woods. i watched as the net cast them all up in the air. having some flint in my pocket and i lit my arrow......and took my shot. they took my Father, the only family i had. justice was served.
as the net burst into great flame i saw out of the corner of my eye one of the brigands who didnt get caught, unfortunatly he saw me as well. quickly nocking my arrow i shot blindly at the man as he escaped. leaving the men to die i returned to my home. i buried my father in the old graveyard that morning........returning home i saw a wanted poster on a tree by the road....with my name on it. i was wanted for murder, that low life went to the watchers. framed with a death sentence i fled east to the weather hills.
there i lived off the land for three years, only leaving the wilderness to trade with the men of the forsaken inn. i grew a beard, and took the new name of gunathon redtree. when i thought it was safe i returned to bree-land to hunt.....manhunt. clothed and masked in all black. i roamed the roofs of bree searching for that man who escaped. after a week i found him drunk in beggars alley....i shot the man through the heart and left him to die.
after that i became a bow for hire. years later i was working security for a hobbit by the name of adso. one day while hunting brigands north of my clients camp i saw a hobbit sneaking up on one of the men. nocking my arrow ready to fire incase something went wrong i waited. the hobbit let out a shout that shook the earth and the man dropped dead. approaching the hobbit i commended him on his strange power. he introduced himself as sevanstarre. that night over an ale at the pony he told me of a band of warriors, and adventurers known as "the alliance". offering me an invitation i gladly joined, seeking the possibility of a new family and companionship. thats how i entered the great story of the alliance my friends.
now i am a hunter and protector. a guardian of the wilds. I hunt, so that you won't be hunted. I kill, so you wont be killed. I stay in the shadows, so that you'll never know
this tale is secret, adam cottonwood is still a wanted man. i hope you appreciated my story, for you are the first to hear it.
my real name is Adam cottonwood. My family lived north of bree in a small house beside the greenway, just south of the old fort ruins. my Father, John cottonwood was a fletcher, and a bowman of respectful skill. my Mother, Lily cottonwood died when i was young. since i could walk my father taught me the ways of the forest and bow. i would often sneak off into chetwood at night and return by morning with a doe or a pair of coneys. Between his craft and my hunting we made ends meet. near my coming of age my Father came to me with something wrapped in parchment, he said, "son, your a man now, and because of that i can now trust you with this" handing me the parcel smiling i proceeded to open it, finding the most beautiful bow i'd ever seen. it was made of black ash with fine leather for the handle. also in the parcel was a slender black quiver with arrows made with raven feathers. I stared in amazement while my Father said, "son, this bow is my greatest work, and i doubt i will ever repeat it. With this bow go and make a name for yourself. give the minstrels a new hero to sing about eh son?"winking at me with a slight smile.
the next night i returned from my usual hunting trip, but as i walked closer to my house i saw men running out of my house with my fathers bows. i would have chased them then, but the next thing i saw stopped me cold. my father dead on ground, shot through the heart with his own arrows. my head swirled as a hurricane of hate and sadness ravaged my mind. then and there i swore those men would pay, and there death would not be quick.
quickly searching my house i found fire oils, an old black hood, and my fathers sword. i would have taken more, if i knew i could never return, but im getting ahead of my own story. i tracked the men into chetwood, laughing in my mind "those fools, there in my land now" running ahead of them about a mile i planned my trap. i gathered vines i made a net and doused it all in fire oil. setting my snare i sat and waited in a tree nearby, for you see they would have to go through for the brush was too thick on each side. after awhile i could hear them bumbling through the woods. i watched as the net cast them all up in the air. having some flint in my pocket and i lit my arrow......and took my shot. they took my Father, the only family i had. justice was served.
as the net burst into great flame i saw out of the corner of my eye one of the brigands who didnt get caught, unfortunatly he saw me as well. quickly nocking my arrow i shot blindly at the man as he escaped. leaving the men to die i returned to my home. i buried my father in the old graveyard that morning........returning home i saw a wanted poster on a tree by the road....with my name on it. i was wanted for murder, that low life went to the watchers. framed with a death sentence i fled east to the weather hills.
there i lived off the land for three years, only leaving the wilderness to trade with the men of the forsaken inn. i grew a beard, and took the new name of gunathon redtree. when i thought it was safe i returned to bree-land to hunt.....manhunt. clothed and masked in all black. i roamed the roofs of bree searching for that man who escaped. after a week i found him drunk in beggars alley....i shot the man through the heart and left him to die.
after that i became a bow for hire. years later i was working security for a hobbit by the name of adso. one day while hunting brigands north of my clients camp i saw a hobbit sneaking up on one of the men. nocking my arrow ready to fire incase something went wrong i waited. the hobbit let out a shout that shook the earth and the man dropped dead. approaching the hobbit i commended him on his strange power. he introduced himself as sevanstarre. that night over an ale at the pony he told me of a band of warriors, and adventurers known as "the alliance". offering me an invitation i gladly joined, seeking the possibility of a new family and companionship. thats how i entered the great story of the alliance my friends.
now i am a hunter and protector. a guardian of the wilds. I hunt, so that you won't be hunted. I kill, so you wont be killed. I stay in the shadows, so that you'll never know
this tale is secret, adam cottonwood is still a wanted man. i hope you appreciated my story, for you are the first to hear it.