Hold on have to get a bottle of whiskey and my six shooter.
Ok I got the cowboy hat on the bottle and the gun.
Here we go.
So, there was this poor dirt kid. Running around those days the fun thing to do was to ride other people's wild ponies, kind of like surfing or skate boarding tody as kids ride the sidewalk. This old boy picked em up as he found out who his parents where that where killed by the King and Queens assasans and the boy was able to run and hide. Come to find out the old boy that picked em up was lets say, part of this old guardian system. In which the Kid was sort of the young squire of the idea. In which the Kid was raised to learn the ways. He was taught all of the normal knights codes and systems and why the Knight does not allow tyranny. Then the day came when his crew got into it with another crew as they where paid by the King lets say and some other folks looking for his blood, literally. Got most of his eldes and teachers along with some of the boys. The others got away. However, the leaders of this great land got word from the old boy before the game began and he was taken to the promise land. Therefore, as the Kid was wild at heart, they gave him this job and a list of places which could really undermine the folks who killed his teachers and friends. The kid took the job and spent his life dirt poor given back all he took from those that killed his friends.
At least that is a fictional story.
The best part is the old boy and the crew never really died, they where just let go by a group of Union Marshalls who where told it was time to retire him as the cloaked banks where all gone and the King and Queen had other problems than trying to retake the colony's. Then the old boy had a family tried to tell folks, nobody believed the truth, they never do. What kind of system would hold an ancient grudge against tyranny for so long and so sacred, that no one new of it. They all just thought he was crazy. So he was, maybe.
Rider I
just a story.
Ok I got the cowboy hat on the bottle and the gun.
Here we go.
So, there was this poor dirt kid. Running around those days the fun thing to do was to ride other people's wild ponies, kind of like surfing or skate boarding tody as kids ride the sidewalk. This old boy picked em up as he found out who his parents where that where killed by the King and Queens assasans and the boy was able to run and hide. Come to find out the old boy that picked em up was lets say, part of this old guardian system. In which the Kid was sort of the young squire of the idea. In which the Kid was raised to learn the ways. He was taught all of the normal knights codes and systems and why the Knight does not allow tyranny. Then the day came when his crew got into it with another crew as they where paid by the King lets say and some other folks looking for his blood, literally. Got most of his eldes and teachers along with some of the boys. The others got away. However, the leaders of this great land got word from the old boy before the game began and he was taken to the promise land. Therefore, as the Kid was wild at heart, they gave him this job and a list of places which could really undermine the folks who killed his teachers and friends. The kid took the job and spent his life dirt poor given back all he took from those that killed his friends.
At least that is a fictional story.
The best part is the old boy and the crew never really died, they where just let go by a group of Union Marshalls who where told it was time to retire him as the cloaked banks where all gone and the King and Queen had other problems than trying to retake the colony's. Then the old boy had a family tried to tell folks, nobody believed the truth, they never do. What kind of system would hold an ancient grudge against tyranny for so long and so sacred, that no one new of it. They all just thought he was crazy. So he was, maybe.
Rider I
just a story.
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