The Story of Fain Farwight
As our story begins, you find a young man, a boy if you will, living in a small town farm. Their farm had been in their family for generations with the boy looking forward to owning it as his father did before him. At the young age of seven, however, the boy whilst playing hide and seek underneath his home, hiding from his irate father with a smile, heard some screams and shouts. his mother was running into the home struggling to bar the door as he heard several loud thuds against the outside, trying to bash their way in.
His mother screamed his name “FAIN!! FAIN HIDE!!! JUST HIDE AWAY!!!”
Upon hearing this the boy froze, a squeal escaping his mouth as he heard wet sounding smashes and felt the boards above him creak as something fell across where he lay underneath. Peering through the cracks he felt a crimson drop fall into his eye as he saw his mother eyes open in shock, as blood poured from her skull.
Heavy footsteps crossed the hall beyond the entry way and knelt beside his mother. The person roughly felt his mothers neck and moaned unsatisfactorily as he said “God dammit, Jake. Couldnt you have let her live? She cant fuckin do a thing for us if shes dead!”
Another set of footsteps crossed from the other side and said in a simple form of tone “She ran. Can’t help self if run”. his tone seemed almost cheerful.
the boys rising shock caused him to feel a warmth spread across his lap as his bowels turned to water in fear. another squeak escaped him as he struggled to close his mouth against further sounds.
“did you hear that jake”
“what hear? i step.” as he stepped forward there was another squeak from the boards.
the boy struggled to withhold another squeal of fear as jake knelt to the floorboards and peered at the cracks. his hands were held over his mouth as he clamped them so tightly to his face he could feel them bruise.
“aahh maybe your right. lets go ahead and search this place for more. seems they might have a chest somewhere that might carry something of value. from what the locals say its been around for a while”
“ok i smash walls” jake said with a silly tone to his voice"
“NO Jake. just search and bring to me anything shiny”
at this the voices seemed to go in seperate directions and they began to ransack the house. the boy began to recover himself and as he did he realized that he was completely alone. his father would never have let this happen to his mother and that he had to get away. he began to scurry away from the entry way to the hole he had made on the other side of his house, the one he had used to get under the house in the first place. he did so as quietly as he could, occasionally hearing the boards squeeking above him as he heard grunts of effort as dressers were thrown across the room, and beds overturned. finally making it out from under the house, the boy took off running for the direction of the town his father used to go to to gather supplies.
his journey took him days of travel, with no rest for fear of the bandits discovering his passage. finally he came across the town, bloodied and severely dehydrated from his escape, his eyes haunted with the sight he had before him, every time he closed his eyes. his mother across the floor and a crimson pool dripping down the cracks between the boards.
Days later, the towns militia men were sent to investigate the occurances. they discovered the bodies of the boys father and his mother, the entire house was ransacked and anything of value was taken or destroy, his farm animals butchered and their stores of grain left open. the constable deemed that raiders had assaulted the farm and wanted posters were put out with what little descriptions the boy could remember. not long after the boy was sent to an orphanage in a near city, in hopes that the raiders, if they came seeking him wouldnt be able to find him.
in the orphanage the boy was under constant ridicule as he was reclusive. he was bullied, and attacked on an almost daily basis for almost a year until he was almost nine years old. finally he attacked back attacking his bully harshly until the boy had a broken arm and bled from his temple profusely from fain slamming his head into the ground repeatedly until he fell unconcious. the onlookers watched in shock as they almost could see the decision cross his face as he smiled and picked the boys head up, and despite him being clearly unconcious, started to slam the boys head once more into the ground. finally the orphanages owner managed to pull through into the room they all shared and pull him off the boy, his bloody hands raw from the fight he had been through. fain began to laugh. an almost cold sound coming from such a small body as the boys smile seemed to crack, his eyes filled with tears as some sick twisted joy was etched into them.
the owner shoved the boy away and began to care for the bully trying to stem the bleeding as he screamed loudly for guards, medic or whomever could help. the boy slipped away in the confusion, running from the last home he would know for many years.
Fain began to learn to take care of himself as he partook of the knowledge of the streets. he was beaten for stealing a few times til another guttersnipe like himself pulled him away and began to show him the ropes… for a cut.
he learned well and started to look out for himself once more, teaming with the guttersnipe, whose name was Jason for a few years. This was very rare as Fain had, after learning his trade, only began to prey upon the darker citizens, the beaters, the abusers, theives and killers, for his take. Until by normal years he was 14, but by his experiences far older. after this point, much to the chagrane of Jason, he moved to join the cities guard, so he lied to the examiner that he was older, and eventually joined the militaries scouts, to be trained under Maximillion Benardson in the ways of scouting. maximillion never fully trusted fain in his years as a scout, for many times as the years went by he seemed to disappear for hours, sometimes days, and later news would arise of some gang or bandit having gone missing, but he could not deny fains ability, for he seemed to mix the skills he already carried with what he learned from maximillion in interesting ways the old scout could never have thought of. it came actually as quite a suprise when just four years after joining the cities militia, fain reported that he was retiring from service and was going to try his hand as a bounty hunter.
maximillion felt a sense of fear at his smile when fain said “im doing this so that people may live in peace”
Excerpt taken from local history “tales of evil and their origins” written by Maximillion ex Gladius Benardson