Storyboards: Chruism

The Beginning
New I was to this world, but eager to learn, I had asked enough questions of passers by to make my way, but was always hovering on the verge of death if I was unlucky enough to encounter one of the world harder mobs, money too was a constant problem.
The day in question was no different, gained a level here and there, perhaps maybe made a few silver but nothing to shout about, I needed more, so I started again asking the questions. After half a day of trying to find someone to help a voice suddenly said "Visit Floyd.”
"Who is Floyd?" I replied.
"He is the questmaster, he will issue quests to some one so young and hopeful, they will help you not only physically but financially if you can complete them in time."
I though about this, it sounded good. "Would you be able to give me directions," I asked.
"Travel to the west of the common square in Sendar," the voice whispered.
"Thank you" I replied, but the voice was gone.

So to the common square I travelled, after a short amount of hunting I located the place in question, not knowing what to expect I hesitantly entered. Floyd told me that a Cherek merchant in Muros needed a job doing and would pay handsomely if I could complete it, I summarised that this sounded simple enough, maybe he just needed something collecting, easy money! I consulted my map of the kingdoms, as Muros was a place I had not yet visited, travel east until you reach the cross roads then head south until you reach the city, this was even going to be an easy journey.
I arrived in Muros, the journey has been pleasantly uneventful so my spirits where high, but where would this merchant be? Searching was the only way I was going to find him, so the searching began. After a short while the merchant was still hidden and I was getting tired, I decided to take a break, leaning against a wall I took a long drink from my skin, as I lowered the vessel from my lips I noticed the street was deserted, perhaps this was not a good place to rest! Just as the thought left my mind something else hit it, a fist, a powerful fist, coming from the side, I fell and the attacker continued his assault, it was helpless, I knew I was much weaker then my uninvited opponent.
Within inches of my life, all my equipment lost and the love for this world significantly drained I sent out a call for help.
An answer came almost instantly.
"Where is your stuff?" the voice asked.
"In muros" I replied. Within minutes I was standing next to a man with a wide smile and a heart of gold, that was an assumption I had made based on the fact he was pointing at a dead Murgo and my stuff.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you" I shouted.
"Not a problem friend, my name is Atan" he replied.
“I am Chruism, if you ever need anything I will endeavour to help," I promised.
"I may take you up on that, have you ever thought of joining a clan, Chruism? I am a member of the Adventurers, they may suit you, and we try to help as much as we can." My mind was racing now, don't give up here, continue to learn, then pass on the knowledge. I had a plan.

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