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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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,...