Syrrus
Wishful bard
The beautiful lands of his home. Valerik was a proud member of the Takiri tribe, it was a small tribe of people who lived in between four deadly climates and near the sea of sand. It was for the best after all, Valerik was not a very good swimmer. The great Sea of Sand was in fact just that, a sea made out of sand, the winds were so strong that they managed to move great ships across the desert as if they were riding proper waves made out of proper water. It was an incredible sight and he had to admit that he enjoyed watching it more than sailing it.
Except the ocean of desert the sleepy Taki Village were also decorated by great mountain ranges, cliffs and beautiful shimmering waterfall. It was in the great lake just north of town where the fishermen lived for even though the Sea of Sand contained strange fish the lake actually contained them who weren't made of solid rock. It was a strange land indeed but it was home and Valerik had never witness anything different. Except the beautiful sparkling lake and the tall roaring waterfalls the mountain range was also dotted by cave systems, dark and cold. No one but the bravest would venture down there and Valerik would have been a fool not to admit that he had been one of them who did in on a daily basis. It was his job after all.
There was also the great jungle, west of town as well as the snow peak to the east. As mentioned earlier, the village sure where placed in a dangerous location but the people there had grown to love it and even though many lived under fear of great and terrible monsters, some swimming in the ocean, others living in the cave, flying in the sky, living in the trees and diving in the great lake. Valerik was one of the few who could be called Monster Hunters. A proud title that he carried with great honor.
Today however, when the sun was burning hot and throwing beams of gold down upon the village, Valerik was spending his time sitting upon the wooden steps to his tiny hut, just by the end of town. He lived there by himself. His different armors and weapons were decorating the walls indoor. His kitchen were connected to the bedroom and he had almost no space at all to attend guests. In fact, the only spacious about his property was the small farmland he had come to taken care of just outside. It wasn't too big either but large enough to grow some carrots, potatoes and other useful herbs and berries he needed for his great hunts.
Valerik was sitting quietly, making arrows for one of his beautiful bows while the sun danced over his ebony hair which was getting awfully curly down his neck. He was not wearing anything too fancy either. Just a simple white shirt, open over the chest, thick but good trousers that would keep cold and water away from his knees, as well as sturdy boots. He was nothing much and if it wasn't for his strong build and the fact that he had one long scar over his lip people could easily have thought that he was just a simple farmer in his thirties.
Except the ocean of desert the sleepy Taki Village were also decorated by great mountain ranges, cliffs and beautiful shimmering waterfall. It was in the great lake just north of town where the fishermen lived for even though the Sea of Sand contained strange fish the lake actually contained them who weren't made of solid rock. It was a strange land indeed but it was home and Valerik had never witness anything different. Except the beautiful sparkling lake and the tall roaring waterfalls the mountain range was also dotted by cave systems, dark and cold. No one but the bravest would venture down there and Valerik would have been a fool not to admit that he had been one of them who did in on a daily basis. It was his job after all.
There was also the great jungle, west of town as well as the snow peak to the east. As mentioned earlier, the village sure where placed in a dangerous location but the people there had grown to love it and even though many lived under fear of great and terrible monsters, some swimming in the ocean, others living in the cave, flying in the sky, living in the trees and diving in the great lake. Valerik was one of the few who could be called Monster Hunters. A proud title that he carried with great honor.
Today however, when the sun was burning hot and throwing beams of gold down upon the village, Valerik was spending his time sitting upon the wooden steps to his tiny hut, just by the end of town. He lived there by himself. His different armors and weapons were decorating the walls indoor. His kitchen were connected to the bedroom and he had almost no space at all to attend guests. In fact, the only spacious about his property was the small farmland he had come to taken care of just outside. It wasn't too big either but large enough to grow some carrots, potatoes and other useful herbs and berries he needed for his great hunts.
Valerik was sitting quietly, making arrows for one of his beautiful bows while the sun danced over his ebony hair which was getting awfully curly down his neck. He was not wearing anything too fancy either. Just a simple white shirt, open over the chest, thick but good trousers that would keep cold and water away from his knees, as well as sturdy boots. He was nothing much and if it wasn't for his strong build and the fact that he had one long scar over his lip people could easily have thought that he was just a simple farmer in his thirties.
