My name is Ronin. This is the second book of my life as an Adventurer Monk. I left my clan’s village a few weeks ago. I took nothing but the clothes that I wore, the wooden sword that I had carved myself, and a sharpened piece of flint. I...
I left my clan’s village a few days ago. I took nothing but the clothes that I wore, the wooden sword that I had carved myself, and a sharpened piece of flint. I didn’t have a cloak to sleep in until later, when I had worked enough to...
My name is Ronin. This is the third book of my life as an Adventurer Monk. So far, I’ve made a name for myself locally and established a house with wonderful mates. Today, the 311-year-old Elf-Woman, The White Falcon, appeared and says that...
I was in a hurry. This morning I was on the path from Paul’s place to the village square. I was moving as quickly as I could without actually running. A little while ago, just after breakfast, there was a knock at the door of Paul’s farmhouse,...
This morning I’m walking down that road again. But this time in the opposite direction. I’m in a really good mood. A week ago I was headed east with no idea who I was or where I was going. Today I’m headed west, toward the west bridge that...
It was my second day on the ‘Red Planet’. Today I’d better find water. That had been the instructions in the box: learn to walk; find Water; make a weapon; find a nice Martian girl to teach you to speak the language. I figured that finding...