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==The Story Begins==
==The Story Begins==
''"I ain't nobody special, I'm just me. But I'm damned good at it."'' - '''Fletcher Millstone'''
''"I ain't nobody special, I'm just me. But I'm damned good at it."''  
<br />- '''Fletcher Millstone'''


Fletcher Jayden Millstone was born to Reginald and Bonnie Millstone, as the youngest of 6 children (older siblings: Deron, Colin, Selenah, Eunice, Arthur) in the town of [[Southill|Southill]], [[M'Chek]]. Named for his grandfather on his mother's side, Fletcher Jayden (a bard of some limited fame within the local taverns), his youngest days were spent following his 3 older brothers around the town, or being a royal pain to his 2 older sisters. For the most part, he grew up with a normal childhood full of scraped knees and being grounded for not doing his chores.  
Fletcher Jayden Millstone was born to Reginald and Bonnie Millstone, as the youngest of 6 children (older siblings: Deron, Colin, Selenah, Eunice, Arthur) in the town of [[Southill|Southill]], [[M'Chek]]. Named for his grandfather on his mother's side, Fletcher Jayden (a bard of some limited fame within the local taverns), his youngest days were spent following his 3 older brothers around the town, or being a royal pain to his 2 older sisters. For the most part, he grew up with a normal childhood full of scraped knees and being grounded for not doing his chores.  
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==Flight to the Protectorate==
==Flight to the Protectorate==
''"The thing about running is this: You gotta know what you're running from. If it's certain death, don't bother looking behind you. You know what's there."'' - '''Reginald Millstone'''
''"The thing about running is this: You gotta know what you're running from. If it's certain death, don't bother looking behind you. You know what's there."''  
<br />- '''Reginald Millstone'''


The rumors of demons, and mysterious shards had been circulating around the taverns for some time. Fletcher, by this time a young man in his mid-teens, would hear the stories of foul things breaking through defenses in search of the mysterious shards, and the people who dedicated themselves to stopping them. The latest reports had placed the activity closer to the south, with many random appearances occurring in the major cities and towns. Still, Southill went on as always. They had survived terrible things, the Verossan storm of poison that killed so many... surely the worst had happened to them.
The rumors of demons, and mysterious shards had been circulating around the taverns for some time. Fletcher, by this time a young man in his mid-teens, would hear the stories of foul things breaking through defenses in search of the mysterious shards, and the people who dedicated themselves to stopping them. The latest reports had placed the activity closer to the south, with many random appearances occurring in the major cities and towns. Still, Southill went on as always. They had survived terrible things, the Verossan storm of poison that killed so many... surely the worst had happened to them.
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==Man of Opportunity?==
==Man of Opportunity?==
''"What's a 'Man of Opportunity'? Whatever I want it to be, and whatever you need it to be."'' - '''Fletcher Millstone'''
''"What's a 'Man of Opportunity'? Whatever I want it to be, and whatever you need it to be."''  
<br />- '''Fletcher Millstone'''


While his family was sheltered in Blandenberg, Fletcher wandered around M'chek and eventually fell in with some of the other displaced M'chekians who had fled the demon scourge. In doing so, he met Ulon Gladdenforth who was anxious for an opportunity to change his present situation. The two young men would often hang around in the taverns looking for day to day work, and possibly a bigger catch. Their chance came when they overheard a couple of men discussing someone they called "The Old Man". Apparently, they weren't happy with their cut from some of their acquisitions, and were looking to "get even" by robbing him as he brought the evening's gold and gems home to his safe. As Fletcher strained to hear over the bustle of the gathering afternoon crowd, he heard "...closes shop at sundown..." , "takes the western forest road into T'Nanshi", and "...always alone". His eyes caught a glimpse of a small map as one of the two thugs seemed to point to a getaway route.
While his family was sheltered in Blandenberg, Fletcher wandered around M'chek and eventually fell in with some of the other displaced M'chekians who had fled the demon scourge. In doing so, he met Ulon Gladdenforth who was anxious for an opportunity to change his present situation. The two young men would often hang around in the taverns looking for day to day work, and possibly a bigger catch. Their chance came when they overheard a couple of men discussing someone they called "The Old Man". Apparently, they weren't happy with their cut from some of their acquisitions, and were looking to "get even" by robbing him as he brought the evening's gold and gems home to his safe. As Fletcher strained to hear over the bustle of the gathering afternoon crowd, he heard "...closes shop at sundown..." , "takes the western forest road into T'Nanshi", and "...always alone". His eyes caught a glimpse of a small map as one of the two thugs seemed to point to a getaway route.
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==The Lessons Learned==  
==The Lessons Learned==  
''"I ain't ashamed to admit I've done some bad stuff in my day. That's the difference between me and you two lads."'' - '''Keevan Dawntracker'''
''"I ain't ashamed to admit I've done some bad stuff in my day. That's the difference between me and you two lads."''  
<br />- '''Keevan Dawntracker'''


A year passed, and by this time Ulon and Fletcher had long been working for "The Old Man", known commonly as Keevan Dawntracker. He ran a small shop, selling "this and that", but his true business was as a fence and acquirer of rare items for the right price, always in gold or gems. This required a lot of legwork, and as he was now short his two employees, he decided to take the two under his wing. Ulon had settled right into his role as one of Keevan's apprentices, while Fletcher served as the other. While the fencing business did not exactly sit well with Fletcher at first, he asked his mentor how he felt about selling goods stolen from people. The reply was a simple one "...and whose backs do you think they stood on to get those items and gold? All people rob someone in one way or another..."
A year passed, and by this time Ulon and Fletcher had long been working for "The Old Man", known commonly as Keevan Dawntracker. He ran a small shop, selling "this and that", but his true business was as a fence and acquirer of rare items for the right price, always in gold or gems. This required a lot of legwork, and as he was now short his two employees, he decided to take the two under his wing. Ulon had settled right into his role as one of Keevan's apprentices, while Fletcher served as the other. While the fencing business did not exactly sit well with Fletcher at first, he asked his mentor how he felt about selling goods stolen from people. The reply was a simple one "...and whose backs do you think they stood on to get those items and gold? All people rob someone in one way or another..."
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==A Gift, A Trophy, An Inheritence==
==A Gift, A Trophy, An Inheritence==
''"Child, there's going to come situations in your life when you're not going to be able to run your mouth and get out of them. When those times come, strike like your life depends on it. It probably does." - '''"Grandpa" Fletcher Jayden'''
''"Child, there's going to come situations in your life when you're not going to be able to run your mouth and get out of them. When those times come, strike like your life depends on it. It probably does."  
<br />- '''"Grandpa" Fletcher Jayden'''


Finally the day came where during a meeting, Keevan called the both of them to him. He was retiring, and wanted the two close friends to take over the business as equal partners, but with Fletcher as the face of the business. Ulon looked surprised, and a bit hurt. "Fletcher has a better head for this, Ulon, but your usefulness is just as needed in other areas..." Much to their amazement, he then laid out his two prized kukris on the table in front of each of them, each one engraved with one of his students' initials. Keevan had very few possessions, preferring to stick to gold and gems. "Easier to carry, easier to hide, and nobody remembers whose gold piece it was!" he always had said. Now he was passing on two of those few possessions to his business heirs.
Finally the day came where during a meeting, Keevan called the both of them to him. He was retiring, and wanted the two close friends to take over the business as equal partners, but with Fletcher as the face of the business. Ulon looked surprised, and a bit hurt. "Fletcher has a better head for this, Ulon, but your usefulness is just as needed in other areas..." Much to their amazement, he then laid out his two prized kukris on the table in front of each of them, each one engraved with one of his students' initials. Keevan had very few possessions, preferring to stick to gold and gems. "Easier to carry, easier to hide, and nobody remembers whose gold piece it was!" he always had said. Now he was passing on two of those few possessions to his business heirs.
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==Moving On==
==Moving On==
''"Home? Had a few of those. Never ended well. Now home's wherever I sleep that night."'' - '''Fletcher Millstone'''
''"Home? Had a few of those. Never ended well. Now home's wherever I sleep that night."''  
<br />- '''Fletcher Millstone'''


Young Fletcher Millstone found himself at a crossroads and in need of something to do, all the while trying to stay one step ahead of the recent tragedies that had befallen him. With few options on where to turn, Fletcher set out for the City of Elysia. It was there that he was able to track down a couple of Keevan's old contacts, and began to set up a business network of his own. To familiarize himself with the area a little better, he threw himself in with some of the trainees for the local law law enforcement (Le'Megen), but promptly excused himself after several missions when the time came to commit to the cause. Elysia had, however, provided him a safe place to branch out from, and a few friends and business associates to work with. In a short period of time, through ambition and hard work, he found himself with a good market for his skills. Dubbing himself the "Man of Opportunity", brought on after a conversation with a few of the locals, Fletcher continued to extend his contacts from Mikona all the way to Visimontium. It was in Visimontium that he pledged his devotion to the goddess Hurine, praying for blessings in business, promising to recognize good fortune when he saw it, and continue to pass it on to others.
Young Fletcher Millstone found himself at a crossroads and in need of something to do, all the while trying to stay one step ahead of the recent tragedies that had befallen him. With few options on where to turn, Fletcher set out for the City of Elysia. It was there that he was able to track down a couple of Keevan's old contacts, and began to set up a business network of his own. To familiarize himself with the area a little better, he threw himself in with some of the trainees for the local law law enforcement (Le'Megen), but promptly excused himself after several missions when the time came to commit to the cause. Elysia had, however, provided him a safe place to branch out from, and a few friends and business associates to work with. In a short period of time, through ambition and hard work, he found himself with a good market for his skills. Dubbing himself the "Man of Opportunity", brought on after a conversation with a few of the locals, Fletcher continued to extend his contacts from Mikona all the way to Visimontium. It was in Visimontium that he pledged his devotion to the goddess Hurine, praying for blessings in business, promising to recognize good fortune when he saw it, and continue to pass it on to others.


==Into the Shadows==
==Into the Shadows==
''"Well, when I want to hide... I just grab a shadow and pull it, see?"'' - '''Findle Flamestick'''
''"Well, when I want to hide... I just grab a shadow and pull it, see?"''  
<br />- '''Findle Flamestick'''


While doing business in Elysia, Fletcher spoke often of his mentor (using his nickname of "The Old Man" when describing Keevan) and his wish to finish his training. One business-associate-turned-friend, Sywyn Foxglove, suggested a few names to him. One such name was of Oorayv'Levena, Archmage of the Ebony Order. Oorayv was considered a true master of the shadows, to the very point that he could incorporate them into his spells. While he declined to train Fletcher, he did offer some helpful advice.
While doing business in Elysia, Fletcher spoke often of his mentor (using his nickname of "The Old Man" when describing Keevan) and his wish to finish his training. One business-associate-turned-friend, Sywyn Foxglove, suggested a few names to him. One such name was of Oorayv'Levena, Archmage of the Ebony Order. Oorayv was considered a true master of the shadows, to the very point that he could incorporate them into his spells. While he declined to train Fletcher, he did offer some helpful advice.
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==The Spiritland==
==The Spiritland==
''"T'Nanshi? It's like a beautiful woman really. Gorgeous, exhilirating, mysterious, and full of wonder. You could get lost forever just admiring it. And one wrong move could mean trouble."'' - '''Fletcher Millstone'''
''"T'Nanshi? It's like a beautiful woman really. Gorgeous, exhilarating, mysterious, and full of wonder. You could get lost forever just admiring it. And one wrong move could mean trouble."''  
<br/>- '''Fletcher Millstone'''


Fletcher began to find himself going to T'Nanshi more and more often as time went by. There was a sense of peace he found within himself while he was there, and he would practice his scouting skills as he tried to hunt for food, or get a better view of the other wildlife. His travels eventually took him to Zvidureth, where he fell in with a group of regulars who would arrive in the evening after a day of work and sit outside to drink, smoke, and talk deep into the night. They spoke of religious ideals, craftsmanship, good food and drink, and most important of all... the war with the Shaahesk, and the trouble in the area. Fletcher felt his singular focus on business matters begin to slip, and he was soon taking a personal interest in the area and the people around him.
Fletcher began to find himself going to T'Nanshi more and more often as time went by. There was a sense of peace he found within himself while he was there, and he would practice his scouting skills as he tried to hunt for food, or get a better view of the other wildlife. His travels eventually took him to Zvidureth, where he fell in with a group of regulars who would arrive in the evening after a day of work and sit outside to drink, smoke, and talk deep into the night. They spoke of religious ideals, craftsmanship, good food and drink, and most important of all... the war with the Shaahesk, and the trouble in the area. Fletcher felt his singular focus on business matters begin to slip, and he was soon taking a personal interest in the area and the people around him.
==The Ace of Hearts==
''"Falling for a girl starts out innocently enough. There's a glance, maybe a smile, a wink, a nod... then something happens, and it hits you like no sickness ever could. When you get to that point, there's no going back, little brother."''
<br />- '''Arthur Millstone'''
Whenever he was asked, Fletcher could clearly recall the first time he ever saw [[PCs:Ace_Kogane|Ace]]. While in Ferrell fishing for some trout, and hoping to reel in a nice sunfish, Fletcher's attention was caught by the sight of a purple haired Elven woman walking through the Port. He paused, taken aback by her, and ignoring the persistent tugging on his fishing pole by his latest catch. In a moment, she was gone, having disappeared around the bend on the road to Elysia.
Fletcher soon had another chance to talk to her, as he ran into her in Zvidureth while he was working on making some arrows for himself. The two spoke briefly, and he learned that she was staying in Zvidureth, right at the very tavern where he had been spending many an evening with the locals. The two often crossed paths from there, though Fletcher noticed that he seemed to have a difficult time having a straight conversation with her. Something froze him in place, and he couldn't even bring himself to sit next to her. He felt drawn not only to her beauty, but to her kind heart, and spirited personality. He found himself flirting with her, and having fun jousting back and forth with pranks. Fletcher knew that he felt a spark of something for Ace, but didn't have the first clue of how to let her know, or if he even should. Instead, he spent many an hour working alone in the mines or the forests, trying to get her out of his mind.
As fate would have it, the solution came about in a peculiar (and somewhat humiliating) way.
==Elves are Funny?==
''"See, the reason most people don't get Elven humor is that you long-lived bastards usually have had an extra few hundred years to work on your material."''
<br />- '''Fletcher Millstone'''
One night, Fletcher arrived as usual to join in with the crowd in polishing off a keg of ale. The topic of an "Angry Paladin" came up, with the conclusion that she needed someone to "help relieve her stress". Also, the Avengers present commented on how Fletcher had "made quite the impression" on a fellow Avenger named Etzie. Half of the group began talking about marrying him off to Etzie, while the other half talked about volunteering him to give the Angry Paladin some "mellow, wine, and a good time". To his horror, they suggested that his alternative was getting shot full of arrows if he refused. Fletcher found himself stammering and looking for the words to get him out of the situation, and nearly blurted out how he felt about Ace, before covering himself.
The group then broke into laughter, letting him know that it was all a joke and that he had nothing to fear. However, in Fletcher's mind, the damage had been done. He had let slip enough of his thoughts that surely Ace might find out, and he would be humiliated. He quietly made his way out when he got a chance, and set up camp in the forest to try and get some rest. Sleep did not come easy that night.
==Bottled Courage==
''"You all can shoot me ANY TIME now..."''
<br />- '''Fletcher Millstone'''
It was only after the next day, when he spoke to Sywyn, that Fletcher decided what he had to do. He went about his daily business as usual, but that evening's walk to the Leaping Stag had a purpose. He was going to speak his mind, get it all out, and take whatever came back at him.... good, or bad.
When he arrived at the Stag, he found a good sized crowd sitting outside, much to his chagrin. After an ale or two, he began to loosen up and talked about the "joke" that had been played. Downing yet another ale, he turned towards Ace and blurted out how he thought she was "great, the best gem in the bunch, and a special lass". A small hush fell over the group, as Fletcher steadied himself and awaited a response. Ken Blake, a Toranite who had taken to relaxing at the Stag with his lady Mahera, suggested that Ace should "Give Fletcher a hug, that was such a nice thing to say". Ace paused and answered back to Fletcher: "''It's not you, it's me''".
Fletcher tried not to show his disappointment, but felt himself wince all the same. Those words stung worse than a simple "No" or "No way in the Nine Hells" or even "Not if you were the last man in T'Nanshi". Embarrassed, and somewhat crushed, he turned to leave before he humiliated himself further. Ace stopped him, and pulled him aside to talk.
As it turned out, she did feel the same as he did, but there was more to it. Ace then told him her own story: where she came from, and what her life was like growing up. Fletcher now understood what her response to him had really meant, and his worry began to melt away. He pledged that he would be patient, and try his best for her because "she was worth waiting for until he was grey".
The two traveled often together from that day forward, grew closer as they talked and laughed long into the night on many an occasion, and found how deeply one cared for the other. Soon, the "Spoiled Brat" and "Man of Opportunity" fell in love.
==A Friend Departs==
''"The truth ain't worth a mountain of spittle. Be happy with the silence and each others company."''
<br />-'''Sywyn Foxglove'''
One night, Fletcher returned from finishing a business dealing and headed for his room at the Stag. To his surprise, he had a note and a small box waiting for him, both from Sywyn. Fletcher eagerly opened the note, hoping for some good word, and his heart sank. Sywyn was leaving, and was actually already gone, according to the note. The box was a last delivery he wished Fletcher to take care of for him, as a friend. Fletcher scanned the rest of the note, and frowned a bit at the bitterness of the words, and the advice given by his friend. He tucked the note away, and carried the box upstairs to be delivered the next day.
While he was sitting outside of the stag the following evening awaiting the pickup of the box, Fletcher spoke to Ace about Sywyn's departure. She asked several questions as to why, and where he was going, and if he would be back. Fletcher just shook his head, knowing full well how highly she had thought of the witty Avariel. Holding up the envelope he had received the night before, he simply said that Sywyn had needed to leave in order to do what he had set out to do. Deep down, he knew that he had lost an important business partner, and a friend.
Ace still didn't seem to understand fully, and seemed a bit hurt, maybe because Sywyn hadn't waited to at least say goodbye to them. Fletcher built a small campfire to keep them warm as the evening wore on, and found himself reading the note yet again, the words tearing at him as he looked between the parchment, and the eyes of the woman he loved. The truth about Sywyn would surely break her heart.
He crumpled the note, tossed it into the fire, and watched it burn away to ash.




''...the story continues soon...''
''...the story continues soon...''
[[Category:PCs|Millstone]]
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Revision as of 17:38, 6 March 2009

Fletcher Millstone
The Man of Opportunity
Race: Human
Classes: Rogue/Fighter/Shadowdancer
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Fletcher Millstone, the self-styled "Man of Opportunity", is a human male who hails from the town of Southill and later Blandenberg. He can often be found traveling the roads of Southern Avlis, looking for "Opportunities" (as he calls them). He learned some of his stealth skills under the watchful eye of someone he refers to affectionately as "The Old Man", now deceased, and later with the help of a halfling Shadowdancer named Findle Flamestick, who he met in Ferrell.

Fletcher is quick with a sarcastic quip, or a flattering comment, but beneath the talk lies a sense of insecurity regarding how people feel about him, something that shows when pressed further regarding something he has said garners a reaction from those around him. Also, he tends to force many situations into a business point of view, in order to keep himself from getting emotionally involved or attached. His time spent in the Spiritland among the inhabitants there has begun to soften this viewpoint, and he has found himself reaching out more to help those in need.


The Story Begins

"I ain't nobody special, I'm just me. But I'm damned good at it."
- Fletcher Millstone

Fletcher Jayden Millstone was born to Reginald and Bonnie Millstone, as the youngest of 6 children (older siblings: Deron, Colin, Selenah, Eunice, Arthur) in the town of Southill, M'Chek. Named for his grandfather on his mother's side, Fletcher Jayden (a bard of some limited fame within the local taverns), his youngest days were spent following his 3 older brothers around the town, or being a royal pain to his 2 older sisters. For the most part, he grew up with a normal childhood full of scraped knees and being grounded for not doing his chores.

All of this changed when the trouble came to Southill.

Flight to the Protectorate

"The thing about running is this: You gotta know what you're running from. If it's certain death, don't bother looking behind you. You know what's there."
- Reginald Millstone

The rumors of demons, and mysterious shards had been circulating around the taverns for some time. Fletcher, by this time a young man in his mid-teens, would hear the stories of foul things breaking through defenses in search of the mysterious shards, and the people who dedicated themselves to stopping them. The latest reports had placed the activity closer to the south, with many random appearances occurring in the major cities and towns. Still, Southill went on as always. They had survived terrible things, the Verossan storm of poison that killed so many... surely the worst had happened to them.

The day the demon hordes struck, it was as though someone had stomped on an anthill. Fletcher rushed about trying to find his siblings, now married with their own families, and get the word out to leave immediately. Packing what they could on their backs, and loading his aged grandfather into a pushcart, the family fled the terror and wanton destruction, following the chaotic flow of people northwards... to the Protectorate of Blandenberg.

The Millstone family reunited near the hospital, and to their dismay they were not complete. Fletcher's second oldest brother, Colin, had fallen while defending the town alongside the guard. His sister Selenah was a widow, her husband Harold torn to pieces just outside of their home. She refused to eat for days, and seemed to waste away before their eyes. The local clergy could do little for her, and the day came when she finally passed on. Fletcher couldn't say for sure what it was that took her life, but he knew he'd never forget the look of utter horror on her face that never seemed to fade.

Man of Opportunity?

"What's a 'Man of Opportunity'? Whatever I want it to be, and whatever you need it to be."
- Fletcher Millstone

While his family was sheltered in Blandenberg, Fletcher wandered around M'chek and eventually fell in with some of the other displaced M'chekians who had fled the demon scourge. In doing so, he met Ulon Gladdenforth who was anxious for an opportunity to change his present situation. The two young men would often hang around in the taverns looking for day to day work, and possibly a bigger catch. Their chance came when they overheard a couple of men discussing someone they called "The Old Man". Apparently, they weren't happy with their cut from some of their acquisitions, and were looking to "get even" by robbing him as he brought the evening's gold and gems home to his safe. As Fletcher strained to hear over the bustle of the gathering afternoon crowd, he heard "...closes shop at sundown..." , "takes the western forest road into T'Nanshi", and "...always alone". His eyes caught a glimpse of a small map as one of the two thugs seemed to point to a getaway route.

Ulon and Fletcher hatched their own plan, while observing the other two men. They would simply slip out, hide along the road, and wait for the robbery to go down. Then, they would ambush the would-be robbers and make off with the loot. Fletcher argued that if they returned the loot, they could be rewarded and it would open up more opportunities for work with the other merchants, and improve their standing in the area. Ulon was adamant that to do so was a fool's errand, and that the angry merchant may accuse them of being involved in the theft. After some further hushed argument, Fletcher grudgingly accepted Ulon's logic as the more likely outcome. The two then finished their drinks and made their way out of the tavern as inconspicuously as possible.

Sundown came, and Ulon and Fletcher each crouched on a tree branch watching as the night time shadows began to creep in, making it more difficult to see. Just then, they heard the sound of quickly moving feet and some yelling that sounded like an elderly voice, followed by an incoherent yell and more running in their direction. The two thugs came high tailing it down the road as fast as they could. With nobody following the robbers, it was a simple ambush to take them down. The two friends leapt from the tree, each tackling one of the thugs, and with a few quick moves, knocking them senseless for the moment. Ulon quickly patted them down and held up a satchel with a grin as he and Fletcher prepared to run.

In an instant, the satchel was gone from his hands, and an elderly human in a fine cloak appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as though from the shadows themselves, but Fletcher thought to himself that it had to be a trick of the forest and the moonlight flickering through the branches. The satchel was in the old man's hand, and he hoisted it around his shoulder before drawing 2 wicked looking Kukris from his belt. "Surely you were going to find me and return this, but you were pointed in the wrong direction, aye?" the old man said with a smirk. Given the circumstances, Ulon and Fletcher nodded in silent agreement, with Fletcher shooting an "I told you so" glare at his friend. "Come then, let us be on our way...I know a shortcut..." and the old man moved quickly, seemingly flitting from tree to tree as the two younger friends attempted to keep up with him...

The Lessons Learned

"I ain't ashamed to admit I've done some bad stuff in my day. That's the difference between me and you two lads."
- Keevan Dawntracker

A year passed, and by this time Ulon and Fletcher had long been working for "The Old Man", known commonly as Keevan Dawntracker. He ran a small shop, selling "this and that", but his true business was as a fence and acquirer of rare items for the right price, always in gold or gems. This required a lot of legwork, and as he was now short his two employees, he decided to take the two under his wing. Ulon had settled right into his role as one of Keevan's apprentices, while Fletcher served as the other. While the fencing business did not exactly sit well with Fletcher at first, he asked his mentor how he felt about selling goods stolen from people. The reply was a simple one "...and whose backs do you think they stood on to get those items and gold? All people rob someone in one way or another..."

During their stay, Keevan often took the two aside and trained the both of them in stealth, precision, and business sense. He seemed to see great potential in the both of them, and always said that he had high hopes for their future in the business. While Ulon was easily the better in combat, Fletcher had a cooler head for tactics and thus was Keevan's go-to guy when a deal required some thinking. Ulon, on the other hand, was a bit brash in his dealings and had roughed up a few people along the way, much to the chagrin of Fletcher. His hotheaded friend had caused tavern fights on more than one occasion as well.

A Gift, A Trophy, An Inheritence

"Child, there's going to come situations in your life when you're not going to be able to run your mouth and get out of them. When those times come, strike like your life depends on it. It probably does."
- "Grandpa" Fletcher Jayden

Finally the day came where during a meeting, Keevan called the both of them to him. He was retiring, and wanted the two close friends to take over the business as equal partners, but with Fletcher as the face of the business. Ulon looked surprised, and a bit hurt. "Fletcher has a better head for this, Ulon, but your usefulness is just as needed in other areas..." Much to their amazement, he then laid out his two prized kukris on the table in front of each of them, each one engraved with one of his students' initials. Keevan had very few possessions, preferring to stick to gold and gems. "Easier to carry, easier to hide, and nobody remembers whose gold piece it was!" he always had said. Now he was passing on two of those few possessions to his business heirs.

Fletcher took the kukri that was designated as his, the one that Keevan had always used in his better hand, while Ulon received the off-hand kukri. As Fletcher admired the blade's sharpness he heard a muffled cry, and looked up to see Ulon just finish burying the kukri into Keevan's chest in front of him. "He always liked you better..." Ulon muttered before turning quickly to strike at a horrified Fletcher. While Ulon was more powerful, Fletcher had always been the more nimble of the two, and sidestepped the attack before swinging the small blade defensively, cutting across his friend's eyes and blinding him as the blood spurted forth. Ulon swung wildly and was slashed across hard the the hand, cutting his thumb off and causing him to drop his weapon as Fletcher slashed him yet again across of the back of the leg, leaving him to stumble as his hamstring was severed. Fletcher shoved him aside, and ran to their now deceased mentor, Ulon crawled and stumbled his way to the door, staggering headlong into the forest, not to be seen again...

...and Fletcher quietly cleaned up the home of his mentor, sheathed both Kukris, gathered what gold he found, and prepared a funeral pyre in the home, breaking down furniture and dousing the place with oil. He then wrapped his master's cloak about his shoulders, locked the door behind him, and stood outside of the house holding a torch in his hand. "You were right" he thought to himself "everyone robs someone of something, sometime, in one way or another".

Fletcher tossed the torch through the window and hurried away as the house burned.

Moving On

"Home? Had a few of those. Never ended well. Now home's wherever I sleep that night."
- Fletcher Millstone

Young Fletcher Millstone found himself at a crossroads and in need of something to do, all the while trying to stay one step ahead of the recent tragedies that had befallen him. With few options on where to turn, Fletcher set out for the City of Elysia. It was there that he was able to track down a couple of Keevan's old contacts, and began to set up a business network of his own. To familiarize himself with the area a little better, he threw himself in with some of the trainees for the local law law enforcement (Le'Megen), but promptly excused himself after several missions when the time came to commit to the cause. Elysia had, however, provided him a safe place to branch out from, and a few friends and business associates to work with. In a short period of time, through ambition and hard work, he found himself with a good market for his skills. Dubbing himself the "Man of Opportunity", brought on after a conversation with a few of the locals, Fletcher continued to extend his contacts from Mikona all the way to Visimontium. It was in Visimontium that he pledged his devotion to the goddess Hurine, praying for blessings in business, promising to recognize good fortune when he saw it, and continue to pass it on to others.

Into the Shadows

"Well, when I want to hide... I just grab a shadow and pull it, see?"
- Findle Flamestick

While doing business in Elysia, Fletcher spoke often of his mentor (using his nickname of "The Old Man" when describing Keevan) and his wish to finish his training. One business-associate-turned-friend, Sywyn Foxglove, suggested a few names to him. One such name was of Oorayv'Levena, Archmage of the Ebony Order. Oorayv was considered a true master of the shadows, to the very point that he could incorporate them into his spells. While he declined to train Fletcher, he did offer some helpful advice.

The Man of Opportunity found luck to be on his side when he stopped in the Port Hole in Ferrell after a relaxing day of fishing. There was a local fellow there named Findle Flamestick, and the two struck up a conversation about Ferrell and other topics. Fletcher spoke of his wish to become a better scout, and to master the same talents his old mentor had. Upon hearing his story, Findle was interested enough to offer to help complete his training. So it was that the two of them set out for the Salt Mines by Braegan Pond, where Findle said he had first learned how to pull himself into the shadows. As hard as he tried, Fletcher just couldn't seem to get it, but Findle remained patient and instructed him where he might be going wrong. Finally in a moment of clarity, Fletcher succeeded.

As a celebration of the achievement, Findle gave Fletcher a set of leathers that he had worn when he was first learning, as well as a couple of trinkets to aid him in his progress. They parted ways, and Fletcher rushed to the forest to continue working on softening his steps.

The Spiritland

"T'Nanshi? It's like a beautiful woman really. Gorgeous, exhilarating, mysterious, and full of wonder. You could get lost forever just admiring it. And one wrong move could mean trouble."
- Fletcher Millstone

Fletcher began to find himself going to T'Nanshi more and more often as time went by. There was a sense of peace he found within himself while he was there, and he would practice his scouting skills as he tried to hunt for food, or get a better view of the other wildlife. His travels eventually took him to Zvidureth, where he fell in with a group of regulars who would arrive in the evening after a day of work and sit outside to drink, smoke, and talk deep into the night. They spoke of religious ideals, craftsmanship, good food and drink, and most important of all... the war with the Shaahesk, and the trouble in the area. Fletcher felt his singular focus on business matters begin to slip, and he was soon taking a personal interest in the area and the people around him.

The Ace of Hearts

"Falling for a girl starts out innocently enough. There's a glance, maybe a smile, a wink, a nod... then something happens, and it hits you like no sickness ever could. When you get to that point, there's no going back, little brother."
- Arthur Millstone

Whenever he was asked, Fletcher could clearly recall the first time he ever saw Ace. While in Ferrell fishing for some trout, and hoping to reel in a nice sunfish, Fletcher's attention was caught by the sight of a purple haired Elven woman walking through the Port. He paused, taken aback by her, and ignoring the persistent tugging on his fishing pole by his latest catch. In a moment, she was gone, having disappeared around the bend on the road to Elysia.

Fletcher soon had another chance to talk to her, as he ran into her in Zvidureth while he was working on making some arrows for himself. The two spoke briefly, and he learned that she was staying in Zvidureth, right at the very tavern where he had been spending many an evening with the locals. The two often crossed paths from there, though Fletcher noticed that he seemed to have a difficult time having a straight conversation with her. Something froze him in place, and he couldn't even bring himself to sit next to her. He felt drawn not only to her beauty, but to her kind heart, and spirited personality. He found himself flirting with her, and having fun jousting back and forth with pranks. Fletcher knew that he felt a spark of something for Ace, but didn't have the first clue of how to let her know, or if he even should. Instead, he spent many an hour working alone in the mines or the forests, trying to get her out of his mind.

As fate would have it, the solution came about in a peculiar (and somewhat humiliating) way.

Elves are Funny?

"See, the reason most people don't get Elven humor is that you long-lived bastards usually have had an extra few hundred years to work on your material."
- Fletcher Millstone

One night, Fletcher arrived as usual to join in with the crowd in polishing off a keg of ale. The topic of an "Angry Paladin" came up, with the conclusion that she needed someone to "help relieve her stress". Also, the Avengers present commented on how Fletcher had "made quite the impression" on a fellow Avenger named Etzie. Half of the group began talking about marrying him off to Etzie, while the other half talked about volunteering him to give the Angry Paladin some "mellow, wine, and a good time". To his horror, they suggested that his alternative was getting shot full of arrows if he refused. Fletcher found himself stammering and looking for the words to get him out of the situation, and nearly blurted out how he felt about Ace, before covering himself.

The group then broke into laughter, letting him know that it was all a joke and that he had nothing to fear. However, in Fletcher's mind, the damage had been done. He had let slip enough of his thoughts that surely Ace might find out, and he would be humiliated. He quietly made his way out when he got a chance, and set up camp in the forest to try and get some rest. Sleep did not come easy that night.

Bottled Courage

"You all can shoot me ANY TIME now..."
- Fletcher Millstone

It was only after the next day, when he spoke to Sywyn, that Fletcher decided what he had to do. He went about his daily business as usual, but that evening's walk to the Leaping Stag had a purpose. He was going to speak his mind, get it all out, and take whatever came back at him.... good, or bad.

When he arrived at the Stag, he found a good sized crowd sitting outside, much to his chagrin. After an ale or two, he began to loosen up and talked about the "joke" that had been played. Downing yet another ale, he turned towards Ace and blurted out how he thought she was "great, the best gem in the bunch, and a special lass". A small hush fell over the group, as Fletcher steadied himself and awaited a response. Ken Blake, a Toranite who had taken to relaxing at the Stag with his lady Mahera, suggested that Ace should "Give Fletcher a hug, that was such a nice thing to say". Ace paused and answered back to Fletcher: "It's not you, it's me".

Fletcher tried not to show his disappointment, but felt himself wince all the same. Those words stung worse than a simple "No" or "No way in the Nine Hells" or even "Not if you were the last man in T'Nanshi". Embarrassed, and somewhat crushed, he turned to leave before he humiliated himself further. Ace stopped him, and pulled him aside to talk.

As it turned out, she did feel the same as he did, but there was more to it. Ace then told him her own story: where she came from, and what her life was like growing up. Fletcher now understood what her response to him had really meant, and his worry began to melt away. He pledged that he would be patient, and try his best for her because "she was worth waiting for until he was grey".

The two traveled often together from that day forward, grew closer as they talked and laughed long into the night on many an occasion, and found how deeply one cared for the other. Soon, the "Spoiled Brat" and "Man of Opportunity" fell in love.

A Friend Departs

"The truth ain't worth a mountain of spittle. Be happy with the silence and each others company."
-Sywyn Foxglove

One night, Fletcher returned from finishing a business dealing and headed for his room at the Stag. To his surprise, he had a note and a small box waiting for him, both from Sywyn. Fletcher eagerly opened the note, hoping for some good word, and his heart sank. Sywyn was leaving, and was actually already gone, according to the note. The box was a last delivery he wished Fletcher to take care of for him, as a friend. Fletcher scanned the rest of the note, and frowned a bit at the bitterness of the words, and the advice given by his friend. He tucked the note away, and carried the box upstairs to be delivered the next day.

While he was sitting outside of the stag the following evening awaiting the pickup of the box, Fletcher spoke to Ace about Sywyn's departure. She asked several questions as to why, and where he was going, and if he would be back. Fletcher just shook his head, knowing full well how highly she had thought of the witty Avariel. Holding up the envelope he had received the night before, he simply said that Sywyn had needed to leave in order to do what he had set out to do. Deep down, he knew that he had lost an important business partner, and a friend.

Ace still didn't seem to understand fully, and seemed a bit hurt, maybe because Sywyn hadn't waited to at least say goodbye to them. Fletcher built a small campfire to keep them warm as the evening wore on, and found himself reading the note yet again, the words tearing at him as he looked between the parchment, and the eyes of the woman he loved. The truth about Sywyn would surely break her heart.

He crumpled the note, tossed it into the fire, and watched it burn away to ash.


...the story continues soon...