Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
"Think I can hit that one in the nards?"
One is never afraid to test his abilities, Findil is near always with sling in hand. Like his father before him, like his mother before HIM, like her mother before her, like her great grandpappy before her. The sling has been a family heirloom for years, and has stood as a trusty weapon for all who laid their hands upon it, well, for those who actually took up the path of the warrior of course. Which is Findil and the first Rockpitcher of the line to take up the sling, each one was trained in it's use yes but none of them save for those two really took up the sling to actually do battle, using it to knock down fruit to high up in the trees or squash a bug that was WAY too big to use your hand with.
So, many years ago, Findil took up his family's old sling and left his home to see the world, meet interesting people, and kill them.
of course he was never alone in his travels, at every town he stopped at for a rest, he'd send a letter home to regale his mother, father, 11 sisters with his wonderful tales and the various encounters and sights hes seen so far. Nothing to big, and he leaves out most the scary parts so he doesn't give his littlest sisters nightmares, but it's enough to keep himself happy. He at times get messages from home as well, hearing news and how things are going. he wishes he could return, he really does, but his wanderlust has yet to be sated, and the money is just too worthwhile.
Now, he settles upon a mercenary company to help in such regards, with the call to war many are sharpening their blades for battle, but for Findil Rockpitcher, he needs but a good hard stone.
