Spade

pade spent most of his life running through the forests, moving through deep caves, and traveling through boat. He spent most of his life not having a roof over his head, but insists that the world is still his home. Even if he didn't have a physical one. As the world around him was his home. His home to explore and conquer. While the realm was his home, he still, deep down, he desired his own.

e learned how to survive the wild lands at a young age. Sent off by his parents with only a stone sword and little characters they could offer, Spade was confused and forced to face the world. He didn't understand that his parents did that because they had too many mouths to feed. That the rambunctious child that they didn't mean to have was too much for them to handle.

He struggled. The first few weeks were the worst. It was a miracle that a child survived, but he did.

He learned. Spending the months alone, Spade learned about the ins and outs of the world.

He survived. After getting used to the wildlife, it became his home. His kingdom.

He did this all alone.

All alone.

Throughout his adventures he learned the lays of the land. Spade traveled through the nether, exploring the fortresses. Spade traveled through the deep caves, exploring the old mines left behind. He was always on the move, traveling throughout the world. Refusing to be tired down to one spot. He saw everything that could be seen, and enjoyed it all. However, he wished he could have someone else to show it to.

While Spade lacked the book smarts, he had gained a high amount of street smarts with the time spend traveling the server. Spade knew how to fight, the weaknesses of the mobs that traveled the night becoming apparent to him. He knew how to find food of the land, foraging becoming second nature to him. He tried his hardest to be confident and friendly, even if he was pushed out of his home for being unwanted. He had survived so far, and believed that was something he should be proud of.

During one of his travels Spade stumbled upon an ancient structure. Inside containing a library long abandoned, filled with cobwebs and scattered books. While he didn't care much for the words inside these ancient texts, one single book caught his eye. An ancient book gilded with gold and a strange silted eye staring back at him. Finding the object to look bizarre and cool, Spade grabbed it. At that time he didn't know the importance of that book, and the deep dark secret it held. He didn't know that multiple people have been searching down that exact book.

The day he took it was the day he placed a target on his head. As the days passed, ones that knew of this book heard of a man who was in possession of it. One that was hard to catch and refused to stay in a single place for too long. In that book was the information about a dimension said to be a fairytale. A realm that if someone defeated the guardian of the land, they would be given a reward that no other treasure could compete with.

The jackalope continued to run, traveling throughout the world and seeing different things. Unlike the years prior, he had a reason to stay on his feet, constantly moving from place to place. While it was annoying to worry about shifty shadows trying to haunt him down, Spade didn't mind. He told himself that he already hated staying in one spot for too long. That he was unable to keep his mind committed to a single place.

That was until he stumbled upon a mushroom biome and met a man named Clover. Maybe then he started to realize how lonely he was. Maybe then he realized how risky his life has become.