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#1 2018-10-30 20:39:49

Registered: 2017-02-13
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User Story: The Tale of Scott Silverthorn, by MaggieMurdoch

this is a tale of one of my last lives, sometimes I live very mundane and uneventful lives but other times I find one that stays with me and makes me think about it...This was one of those lives.

I was born a baby boy to a woman named Samantha Silverthorn in a tiny settlement, as I was born my older brother Lason was visiting, my mother had six children before me and had one after me, surviving to adulthood there was only me, my big brother Lason, my big sister Freyja and and my younger sister Liza. When I was born my mother gave me a single snake skin boot.

My mother told me that she had been kicked out of the settlement south of us when she was still small and was trying to set up our camp by stealing supplies from the south and that when I was old enough I would have to do the same thing for the good of the camp, not something that me at the player would normally do but I found it an interesting plot point for this life.
the first thing I stole for my mother was a pie on a plate and I carried it back to camp like a filial son and she praised me but when I got there there were angry villagers from the south berating her.

I wanted to make my mother's life easier for her so I went out into the wilderness to collect materials so we could do things for ourselves and we wouldn't have to resort to stealing, I made myself a basket and collected things, I made some ovens for food and collected some carrot seeds for our farm and made my last theft from the south village of a single wheat seed so we could produce our own.

during one of my returns home from the wilderness my mother was bleeding and screaming at a woman, she screamed out at her that she had no choice and they were the ones that had abandoned her in the first place, her last words were to kill the woman. at the time and long after I believed my mother had been murdered and contemplated revenge but held back, we had been stealing from them for a long time, longer then I had been alive and all debts must be paid. I can only hope that my mother was proud of what I did with the camp that she started.
Shortly after mother died, Freyja came to the camp but died of starvation upon arrival...she had four children but none survived passed infancy.

I was now in my 20's, I found a discarded seal skin to the north and brought it back, fashioning it into a seal fur coat and while journeying west I found a knife lying between some trees, I found a patch of desert and killed a snake so I could have a pair of boots and used some left over wheat from making bread to make me a hat, I lived to 57 years and not once did I manage to wear a pair of trousers.

I continued my simple life now self sustaining, sometimes when I wasn't busy I would walk to the south village, there was a man named Nevah there, he was still there but very old. during one of my visits I noticed that no one was there anymore so I asked him what happened to everyone and he said that apart from me, there was only him and one other guy left, the last guy was called Edgar and he was busy building up the village while Nevah worked on the farms.

by my next visit the village was bustling again, there was a woman named Darah there who had three babies in quick succession and asked people to help name them all, I took one and named her Umi, she became Umi Silverthorn II...I was nearing the end of my long life and gave all my clothing to little Umi and wished her a good life, I told them my camp was to the north and that what was there was now theirs since there was nobody to take it over and then I returned home to die.

All in all I really enjoyed this life, it was really interesting to me and made me want to live as long as I could just so I could see the end result, after checking the family tree page I found out my mother hadn't been murdered but attacked by a wolf but its amazing how a scene can play out when you literally just walk in on it, whelp good thing I didn't try and take "revenge" on the south village people xD

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#2 2019-08-13 21:18:15

Registered: 2019-08-13
Posts: 3

Re: User Story: The Tale of Scott Silverthorn, by MaggieMurdoch

This is great. Those who can write about their lives in Ohol like this is awesome. Kudos to you. What a great life.


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