Now that Kerr's wiki is up, I'm going to be posting some of my original fiction for him here on the forums. I'll just update this thread when there is something new. If you have any comments, please PM me with them as I'd like to keep this thread as clean as possible. That's just my OCD showing its head there. No offense.
To start off, here is the blurb that was posted with his Wiki:
"My story begins like so many others -- with a woman.  My mother, specifically, who died when I was still a young boy.  I honestly don'€™t remember much about her, but Behr would sometimes tell me stories when the drink had softened the blow of his memories.  Knowing now what I do of her life, I can certainly understand why.  The clearest recollection of my mother that I have is from the day she died.
I had never known a woman'€™s hands were normally soft, supple things.  Hers had always been rough.  Too many of her years had been spent barely surviving for her to have the hands of a lady.  Then again, she hadn't had the mouth of one either.  But she had been beautiful.  Her eyes had glowed like steel in the forge light.  I have long since forgotten the color.
"I'€™m not coming back this time,"€ she had told me solemnly as she pulled on her bracers.  Fear had struck me as quick as a blow, but a sharp flick of her tail and a hard look forestalled any childish wailing that might have come from me then.  "€œListen to me, Kerr.  There will be time for that later, but you must listen to me now."
She told me the truth then of this vagabond life we lead. Â She told me the things I would have to do to stay alive. Â My life would follow the path that hers had taken long ago, and she apologized to me for that. Â I know that she must have loved me fiercely, just like any other mother. Â That she tried to protect me in the only ways that she could, teaching me to become a survivor like she had been. To be strong like the strength I saw in her that day as she went willingly to her own death.
"€œWe choose our own paths in this life, Kerr.  There will come a time when you have to choose what kind of man you will become.  I pray to the Twelve that you will not make the same mistakes that I did€.
"€œThe light of your father shines within you,"€ she told me, her voice soft with affection as she looked into my face.  I had been shaking so hard that I thought I might come apart, but she only smiled.  She touched my face, kissed my brow.  "€œHe was a good man.  You can be too."
My mother was the first woman to touch my life... but she certainly wouldn't be the last."
To start off, here is the blurb that was posted with his Wiki:
"My story begins like so many others -- with a woman.  My mother, specifically, who died when I was still a young boy.  I honestly don'€™t remember much about her, but Behr would sometimes tell me stories when the drink had softened the blow of his memories.  Knowing now what I do of her life, I can certainly understand why.  The clearest recollection of my mother that I have is from the day she died.
I had never known a woman'€™s hands were normally soft, supple things.  Hers had always been rough.  Too many of her years had been spent barely surviving for her to have the hands of a lady.  Then again, she hadn't had the mouth of one either.  But she had been beautiful.  Her eyes had glowed like steel in the forge light.  I have long since forgotten the color.
"I'€™m not coming back this time,"€ she had told me solemnly as she pulled on her bracers.  Fear had struck me as quick as a blow, but a sharp flick of her tail and a hard look forestalled any childish wailing that might have come from me then.  "€œListen to me, Kerr.  There will be time for that later, but you must listen to me now."
She told me the truth then of this vagabond life we lead. Â She told me the things I would have to do to stay alive. Â My life would follow the path that hers had taken long ago, and she apologized to me for that. Â I know that she must have loved me fiercely, just like any other mother. Â That she tried to protect me in the only ways that she could, teaching me to become a survivor like she had been. To be strong like the strength I saw in her that day as she went willingly to her own death.
"€œWe choose our own paths in this life, Kerr.  There will come a time when you have to choose what kind of man you will become.  I pray to the Twelve that you will not make the same mistakes that I did€.
"€œThe light of your father shines within you,"€ she told me, her voice soft with affection as she looked into my face.  I had been shaking so hard that I thought I might come apart, but she only smiled.  She touched my face, kissed my brow.  "€œHe was a good man.  You can be too."
My mother was the first woman to touch my life... but she certainly wouldn't be the last."
