i saw an ask meme thing like a month ago about your oc as a kid and I only really like one thing off it which was story time so enjoy 721 words about me being fake deep about Jimmy
Jimmy was all of eight years old when the Guild picked him up. He was a lanky kid had yet to grow into his paws and he was foolhardy and reckless but that wouldn’t change. A few days maybe a week after getting picked up after lights out Jimmy woke up one of the older boys like little kids do. The other kid looked at him a little confused and then like he was half remembering something before sitting up with a sigh and started to tell a story.
There was a knight with a god’s hand on their shoulder a fearless heart and the truth always on their lips. Noble in the best sense of the word. There was a terrible dragon ravaging the kingdom who had kidnapped the princess. There was a reward for anyone who could stop the beast and return the princess half the kingdom and if the princess was willing her hand in marriage. A steep price but then it was a big fucking dragon. The knight didn’t particularly care for the prize though. He was too good for that kind of mercenary mentality. That story lasted long enough for a gaggle of little kids to crawl out of their beds and gather and for their storyteller to realize that it was never going to be a story for them. Boys like them don’t make men like that, never a good knife from bad steel as they say.
But hell they were kids and they wanted a story so the storyteller started over. A wizard this time with the eldritch powers his family paid to help him master an insatiable thirst for the simple pursuit of knowledge. The same situation the same reward. The hero still didn’t particularly mind the reward. They hoped the dragon might have knowledge they’d be willing to share and so set out to find it. This story lasted a little longer than the first but only a little. Never a good knife from bad steel.
The third story was about a thief and a killer no family no gods just a silver tongue and golden fingers, a quick wit and a quicker blade. No one believed it when he said he would slay the dragon and claim the reward and if he was honest he didn’t believe it either. Good knives and all that men like him don’t slay dragons but still a big price for one critter.
He never did slay the dragon instead he tricked. It one lie following another in an endless stream until the dragon was too confused to keep up. So what if it flew off to terrorize the neighbors the neighbors aren’t gonna pay him. A silver tongue can make pretty quick inroads with a relatively sheltered young lady. By the time he had gotten the princess back to the castle she figured she loved him or at least liked the way he talked more than anyone else she was likely to bump into. Besides men like him don’t rule kingdoms so it’s a better deal than marrying some Nobleman who was noble in the worst sense of the word, bad steel as they say.
That was fine for a while living high and mighty is mighty fine as it turns out. He ended up loving his lady wife pretty well but men like that don’t stay put good knives and bad steel ya know. So a few years after he tricked that dragon he packed whatever he felt like he’d need and set out back on the road. Maybe he still comes back and visits his wife every now and again or maybe he died in a ditch. But you definitely can’t make a good man out of a bad kid.
Four years later a little kid woke Jimmy up after lights out and asked him for a story the way that kids will. Which means that Jimmy suddenly had a bugger goblin looming over him in the dark and he had to try really hard not to start swinging. Jimmy sat up sighed and started to try and tell a story that felt just like lying until he found one that managed to feel a little truer and another that was truer. Still you can’t make a good knife out of bad steel.
