Aldric's Love Story

Aldric's Love Story

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Hey everybody! So.. this is quite literally just a fan-fiction of my own character that I made for a DnD campaign so it's probably going to be taken quite out of context for those of you whom I have never met before XD but nonetheless I thought his love story would be one worth telling (for closure reasons.. those who know..know) aha Enjoy! ;) [Context]: Aldric Torin has always been a man of humble beginnings. His parents were young and in love, and moved to Picsora, Tarua (think Ireland lol) in hopes of building a new life together. Although they didn't have much, they prided themselves on their determination and optimism, and created their livelihood, the Baited Hook. A quaint shop that held many prized fish filets and recipes. Growing up, he was surrounded not only by the aromatic smells of his mother's famous fish stew, but also by laughter and music. Aldric spent his days either learning the tools of the trade (rowing, swimming, and spear-fishing-with a glaive he made himself) or practicing the pan flute with his mother before sunset. But then, one cursed winter's day, his father went out for a fishing trip, the thunder echoing across the seashore, and never returned. He tried to keep up the shop's upkeep with his mother, but fate would have it that she too would fall deeply ill. At one point, Aldric was desperate, coins were running out, so he tried stealing some medicine from the nearby apothecary. The shopkeeper rushed after him, a big man with a harsh face, and finally forced him to the ground. He took one dagger and swiped him under his eye, saying that the next time Aldric stole from him would be his last, and vanished. However, when he returned home, it was too late. With her last breath, his mother reminded him to always have hope, regardless of how dark life seemed, and handed him her pan flute as a final goodbye. As time moved on, he kept the shop afloat (albeit with an underground fighting ring at first).. until he saw her again. His Jasmine. 🥹
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