RiskyFisk

The train travels along the tracks like a magic carpet made of steel. Click, Click, Clack, Click. The hot and dry air warms the traveler. A desert made of sand and bones, dryness and death, outlaws. A million miles of empty space, with the occasional track of a viper in the sand, a place of no return. A place for an outlaw. On the back of a tanker car sits an outlaw with his belongings. His loot. He had boarded the train not knowing where to go, where the train would go, but he knew it was where he wanted to go. Grains of dust pound the car as steel wheels turn like a saw blade. Every 10 feet traveled is one click on the rails. Then, there was a traveler. A traveler riding through the empty desert on a horse like a bright light in a dark room. The empty space and air was disturbed by a bump in the horizon, a victim. The outlaw jumped off the train and tumbled through the spikes and rocks. He stopped and looked over at the traveler. The outlaw started venturing closer and closer. A tumbleweed blew across the desert right into the travelers path. The horse got spooked and stopped. The outlaw ran, getting closer every second. The traveler did not see him. Then within the time it took for the traveler to turn around, a revolver was pulled from the outlaws belt. Then, it was done. A thousand dollars and a few precious gems was how much this traveler's life was worth. The outlaw took the horse and rode away through the fields of wind and lands of sand.

The outlaw rode through the desert with his prize, but then a burn. There were flames rising from the distance into the sky. Nothing was for hundreds of miles but air and wind. He rode through the desert towards the flames. The sun was starting to set and the air was getting cold. Then, there was no sun, but a flame. A flame that called friendship and warmth. The outlaw got closer and closer, then he looked up. A bird of fire and warmth. A phoenix. A phoenix that would keep him warm overnight. He slept well, then there was thunder. There was lightning. There was no rain. A cloud as black as coal loomed over the desert seemingly millions of miles wide and tall. Then, the clouds rattled and shook. The earth trembled in fear and the sand turned to tornadoes made of tiny stones. A thunderbird. It was a thunderbird. A legend of the wilderness that no one had seen. Fire and thunder collided. There was an explosion. The desert turned to grass as green as a tree. Mountains sprung up like a spring in a gun that had just been shot. But there was a void. An empty space. Emptier than the desert. There was an urge. The outlaw walked closer, but he didn't want to. It was almost as if the space was pulling him in. Then, a woosh. A fly through time. He saw the train and the traveler, the desert and the sand. He finally landed, somewhere in an unknown land. A place that called home and loot. A place that smelled like opportunity and a little more banditing. A place called Rathnir.

He finally opened his eyes. Mountains sprung up from the ocean all around him, like they were touching the sky. Deep ocean trenches went all the way down to bedrock. He climbed to the very top of the mountain, and he could see everything. The sky was the color of Scarlet, so he set up a camp and named where he was the “Scarlet Islands”. He stayed there for a while, building houses, growing food, and making bridges. One day, a traveler named Panzer was wandering by. RiskyFisk decided he should let Panzer  join his camp. Soon enough, there were many people at the camp, and it was more like a town. Then, the camp was renamed to “Scarlet Isle” and RiskyFisk claimed the area around him as a new nation, since he had not seen anyone else. There was a desert to the north, ice caps to the south, and a taiga to the west. It was peaceful, and RiskyFisk for the first time felt that he was happy where he was.

One day, a messenger from the Aurlunor Velande's government brought a note to RiskyFisk. It told him that he was on a different nation's land without permission, and that he needed to join them in order to stay. RiskyFisk then decided to join and was happy where he was. None of the laws of Aurlunor Velande were enforced that far south so RiskyFisk could do almost whatever he wanted to. He felt like he had finally settled down, he was finally not a lone traveler. He was no longer an outlaw.

RiskyFisk and the other people in his town lived happily for a few years. They farmed together, ate together, built together, and worshiped the phoenix together. Everyone in the village was having a good time and enjoyed it, until one day. It was storming and lightning was hitting the mountain tops all around. The village was eating bread and jam they had made inside of the community house when they heard a knock on the door. A messenger was outside with a note. They felt bad for the messenger, so they let him inside. They opened the note, and it read; “Your building and operations are an eyesore to our nation. Please fix them immediately or you will be evicted.”

Everyone in the community house got mad. Very mad. They took the messenger by his arms and to the edge of the mountain they lived on. Then, they all pushed him off in anger. The messenger plummeted into the cold water below. The village's inhabitants wanted to do whatever they wanted and build whatever they wanted. They thought they had sent Aurlunor a message, but they had no idea how big Aurlunor was or even where it was, they had just been isolated on the top of their mountain. They realized they had made a mistake though when they heard the sound of clanking boots and horses coming around the mountain. They looked down and the entire Aurlunor military was at their door. A pigeon with a message flew up to them, and they opened the letter. This time, it read; “You have 1 week to fully leave. You are being evicted due to your aggression towards us, and your buildings looking terrible. If you do not leave, then we will march into your town and destroy it.”

RiskyFisk was fuming, but there was nothing he could do. His village could not face an entire army. They had to leave. RiskyFisk felt a great anger come over him, and he snapped. He marched out of the city and through the Ashuran Desert to a protected swamp. He took out his hatchet and started chopping. Rumors say that he chopped down 9 miles of trees before he stopped. This made Aurlunor much more angry, and they set up a trial for RiskyFisk. Instead, RiskyFisk fled to Sparwood and managed to escape the Velande. After that, Aurlunor banned RiskyFisk from stepping on their grounds ever again. RiskyFisk and his people had been displaced, ruined, massacred. The anger bottled up inside of him. He could not stand it anymore, there was no more “peacefully” living, there was no more community. He was alone once again. He ventured to a town that he had seen on a map and stole a horse. He rode off into the sunset with a revolver on his back. He was once again an outlaw.

Why Mr. Fisk became and outlaw.
RiskyFisk became an outlaw because he had no more home. He had been kicked out by a nation and was alone with no friends again. He had just started to settle down and get rid of his outlaw ways, but then his folk were massacred and evicted. Beaten and bruised. He was so angry he could not stand it, he needed to get his anger out. The way he would do this is by banditing and robbing.