Fantasy tales: Barry Baya

Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, when the land flourished and life was good, there lived a man you know today as Barry, back then though he had a much different name, for he was a different person altogether. 

For simplicity's sake and to honor his memory, I shall not tell of that name here.

the man he had been was forgotten and lost to time, he will be called by the name he made for himself, and that is the name ‘Barry’ for the duration of this short story.

Anyways, let's begin.

It was a time of peace and prosperity in the sword coast some 60 years ago.

‘Barry’ was a strong Commander 23 years of age.

He had spent his whole childhood and adulthood in the military, this was mostly thanks to his family being a proud military family which had Fielded many of the greatest commanders for the Sword Coast during those times. 

He had risen in status and now led a small battalion of men which went from town to town protecting those who couldn’t do so themselves.

As well has just upholding lawfulness.

They were for the people and the people were for them. Coneybarry

It was a good time for Barry, he saw the fruits of his efforts everytime he would revisite a town he had helped, to see it safe and thriving. 

Roving bands of orcs were getting increasingly rare in those parts, and as his aid grew more and more redundant.

He started to think about other ways for him and his men to help the people of the Sword Coast, so he and his men started to train garrisons at various villages, mostly just in case of rouge bandits and the such.

But he wanted to be able to do more to help,

Luckily for him he had learned of a man by the name of Barrus Baya on the outskirts of the town of Coneybarry who was a renowned healer, and berry farmer. 

He became good friends with barrus, and visited him often through the years.

He was now 26, three whole years had gone by with painfully little to show for it.

He had been charged with watching the roads for bandits and thieves, the policy for such people was harsh, the penalty was death on the spot of the incident

or in a public square depending on the severity of the crime. 

The standing battalion commander was to be the executioner for such occasions. 

‘Barry’ had to carry out at least one public execution a month, sometimes more.

Even though prosperity enveloped the land near and far, you could always find people  who did not thrive off of their own abilities, but rather those of others.

 

The simple life of a farmer and healer appealed to him.

He felt sick whenever he thought of the things he had done, the things he knew he had to do for the honor of his family.

So he decided to be old man Barrus’s apprentice and learn his trade whenever he was in town. 

Barrus was ecstatic at the prospect.

Barrus was almost 70 and knew he was running out of time. 

He had no sons to inherit his farm and livelihood, and constantly worried that he would be forgotten and his legacy was doomed to be lost to the pages of time,that is not to say he was overly self concerned, in the country, he was full of kindness and love for the people around him.