[Npc](Open ) A tale of the would be hero ( M )

[Eda]

Typhone was a simple man , he was a self professed hero in a lawless land . He quickly found this idea to be a poor one growing up though , heroes died in shallow graves out here . His father was no different in that regard , when he was but a young boy his father had stood up to some criminals . Typhone was helpless but to watch him die for his foolish attempt to quell the lawless nature of his home town , once he came of age he set out . His father's gun at his hip and a sword he looted from the body of a dead thief when he was fifteen , his messy hazel locks tied back to keep it from his face . 

He sighed as he looked back at his once home one last time , slinging a bag over his shoulder . His coat pulled up to cover his handsome face , to keep the sand out of his eyes and mouth . He was ready to go then making his way through the sandstorm that would cover his departure , not wanting his mother to know he had left against her wishes . 

His first day out was an easy enough one , he had plenty of food and water packed up for the long journey . The storm subsiding as the sun rose that morning , giving him a clear view of the world beyond his home . The endless dunes was now his home , and he intended to make the best of it . His amber hues scanning to find a lot of nothing , sand , sand , more sand , and oh some sand for good measure . He lamented the fact that outside of the towns this was a largely dead land , a whole lot of desert and not much else . Shaking his head he continued to put boots to the ground , hoping to find some sort of adventure to start making a name for himself . 

As luck would have it there was a water source not far from his hometown , at one time it was the reason the town sprang up in the first place . Now what was once a place for people to gather and talk , was a bandit infested hell hole that no one wanted to even get near . He found himself smiling as a small group of bandits was talking about a cave up north , and some incredible prize they had gotten a hold of . Aiming his revolver in silence as he watched and listened , he silently counted down from five lining up his first shot .

When his count reached zero six shots rang out from the ridge near the oasis , each shot striking its intended target . Either he had some crazy talent with that pistol , or he had gotten crazy lucky with that exchange . Sliding down the sand he was quick to scoop up the loot on the men , a couple hundred gold ,  a few guns , some ammunition , nothing else really he could make much use of just yet . However he would keep the gold and weapons . The shots drawing the attention of four more bandits who had been on the way down for a meet up , his eyes widening as he was surrounded . 

" Well shit today just got a lot longer "