Gylessidra Origins: Debauchery Von Drekk

Chapter 1 - Innocence

"Hey Fergie, c'mere and help an old man out, eh?"

A young, lanky red-skinned Tiefling lad rushed over to the portly older gentleman struggling with crates of produce who had called out. Clearly a noble, in a lilac silken shirt and a burgundy silk robe, he grabbed hold of the crate currently being moved by the bearded man, and began to help him get it into his store nearby. The young man had soft wavy black hair tied into a side ponytail, short curved horns still not yet fully grown protruding from his forehead, and ruby red eyes that held a look of compassion and concern as he aided the store owner.

"Thanks Fergie, appreciate the help there!"

"Not at all, Mr. Aberforthe, just please be careful carrying heavy loads like that, I would hate for anything to happen to you." His demeanour was gentle, but stern as he voiced his concerns.

"Bless ya, I'll be alright lad don't worry yourself. Can I at least offer you a sample to take back to your ma before you pop off?" In saying this, Mr. Aberforthe placed a few of the apples and pears within the crate into a small basket and offered it to the young man, whose tail and eyes both perked up at the sight. He beamed, eyes closing with his smile.

"Thanks so much Mr Aberforthe! Mother will love these, I'll let her know you send your regards." He said, carefully taking the basket, before offering a bow to Aberforthe, and taking his leave of the small store.

The day was bright, with a clear sky, a gentle breeze that lightly tousled his wavy hair, and he began to walk along the cobbled streets, sinking his sharp teeth into one of the apples and savouring the crisp crunch of the fresh fruit at his bite.

A few people he passed offered a smile and a wave, which he returned politely, and one Elven man frowned at him, looking him over and seeing the horns, tail and devilish appearance. He offered an extra pleasant smile and performed a small polite bow, which seemed to appease the man, as he then nodded back before continuing on his way. Eventually, after a short walk enjoying the sunshine and the delicious snack from the basket he carried, he arrived at a moderately large stone bricked home in what was clearly one of the wealthier residential areas and he approached the door, knocking brusquely.

It opened to reveal an older woman with shoulder length ash-blonde hair, peach-toned skin and gentle blue eyes, who stood about a foot shorter than the young Tiefling noble before her.

"Oh Fergus, you're back! And what's that you have there?" she smiled, stepping back allowing him to walk in which he did, setting the basket down on the dining room table in the next room.

"I helped Mr Aberforthe move his stock into the store today as I was passing, and he let me bring some of it home along with his thanks. Do try the apples mother, they're perfect!" He took another apple from the basket, and held his hand out towards her.

She chuckled softly and took it from him, moving closer to ruffle his hair lightly in her hand. "You are such a sweet young man, Fergus, I love you."

"I love you too, mother. I'll likely spend the day studying, but if you need any help with any errands today, do let me know."

With this, they shared an embrace, as Fergus picked up one of the pears to take with him up the lightly spiralled stairs to his room, which was a well-adorned bedroom decorated with fine silken drapes, and the room held a soft glow as the daylight through the windows reflected off of the pastel orange and yellow colours of the walls and the furnishings. On the nearby desk there was a neatly stacked pile of parchment, a quill and inkwell laid out, and a small pile of around 4 large books, which Fergus took a seat in front of before taking a blank piece of parchment, unstopping the bottle of ink and opening one of the books, balancing it against the wall which the desk was pushed against. He dipped the quill and began to write, making notes as he read and studied the scripture in front of him, and over the waning light of the next several hours the pile of clean parchment papers soon filled with notes on various arcane topics.