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Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:50 am
As one of the younger sons of a big family, Thaddeus doesn't stand to inherit much if any of the family farm. Without any training in a craft, his other career prospects are fairly dim. As part of a yeoman family, however, Thaddeus is a free man and has trained with and served in the local militia for the last couple of years. He's liked the fighting drills and (as much as a militia member sees of it) has enjoyed the military life.
More to the point, last night he and his old man got into a big fight, so before the sun came up he started packing his few possessions. "I'm 17 now!" He whispered fiercely to himself as he packed. "And I'm the best man with a sword, spear or bow in the whole militia! It'd be a right shame for a man like me to spend his life staring at the back end of a mule, pulling stumps and turning dirt, getting old and worthless." Then he suited up in his second-hand armor and snuck out of the house to find his own way in the world.
Morgansfort is the biggest town around, so he's headed there hoping to pick up some information on where a fighting man needs to go to make his fortune in the world.