AMBITIOUS • Straight-Forward • Stupid

He’s not a very bright mind that boy, living in Gharken, the southernmost village of Tarras, didn’t give him any chances either. Not that he was a fan of school anyway. He preferred all classes that had to do with training his hands than his brain so perhaps it was a matter of preference and not opportunity.

Lonche embodied the spirit of Tarras: Fishing and Freedom, to live in simplicity. They didn’t need much. They couldn’t afford much to begin with so they were happy living their quaint life with their dad, mum and siblings. As a middle child, they didn’t have to worry about the responsibilities of being the oldest and they weren’t young enough to be spoiled. Therefore, they were pretty much free to do whatever they wanted. Out of everything they could have done, they chose fishing - a little traditional but what else can one do in Gharken? Get involved in politics? They weren’t smart enough for that. However, they were smart with their hands, enough to catch fish with a harpoon or even a lance - they found fishing rods to be too little of a challenge.

On the off-chance his dad wasn’t too tired from work, he would rally his kids for a walk in the town’s centre… but it was inevitable that all those walks would lead to a pub or other, where the family would eat together before having to head home and get an earful from mum. In those moments, it was frequent he’d listen to tales from bards about the far-off monsters of the sea… Krakens and fish people that can drown you and eat you... 

"Ahh, they must be so tasty...", he thought to himself, daydreaming.

Other times they'd eat in this one pub which had the same guest speaker over and over again. A hero from a foreign land with armour shining in the dim light and a voice so loud that it could be heard from outside the premises. She was ambitious and strong... he never caught her name exactly, but he could tell what she was saying was important, so he paid attention. In truth, he understood a few things... it was about the workers rising up and seizing the means of... something? The means of unions?? Lonche was nonetheless moved by her determined spirit and wanted to be a hero in armour, like her. He'd have to earn that privilege.

So, one night, he set out to hunt one of those monsters of the sea. The bard had said the beast lived near their shores so he had to see if the rumours were real... Lo and behold, right in front of him was a slouched figure with green skin and slimey hair... the human-sized fish!!!

While he was good at using lances and harpoons and the like… ambushes were not his strong suit. Screaming “COMERE MONSTER!” was in hindsight a very bad start to the hunt. The fish person was quick to flee into the water. Lonche wouldn’t give up that easily. He chased the fish, stomping into the water and getting ready to dive in. That was a biiiig fish to secure for his family, maybe even two families! Right… they could sell half of it and get loads of money!!! And he could get glory for killing the legendary fish monster. They could even make an armour for the hero of Gharken…

Lest to say he lost the fish that day. He came back in the early morning empty handed and face planted into his shared bed. But he would try again… and again… making it his lifelong goal to chase this tasty looking thing!