Gorad's Son

[guthriearmstrong]

After hacking away at a birch tree for hours, the load of the logs became a burden. Guthrie stashed his ax under a nearby leaf pile, and turned back to walk home.
Upon stepping foot at his doorway, Guthrie looked down to see a small baby dwarf lying at his doorstop. The child was sleeping peacefully in his cocoon of rags.
Guthrie reached down to pick up the baby boy, at which point a small parchment fell out of the rags. Guthrie carried the baby inside, lay him to rest on his bed, and then proceeded into the hall to read the parchment.
The parchment read as follows:

My dear friend Guthrie,

The village of Fortinbras has fallen. I am growing sick, unsuited to raise a child. I am entrusting you with my only son, whom I have named after you. His mother and grandfather died in a raid three months ago, on the child's birthday.
After hearing news of your recovery from corruption, I have decided that you would be the ideal stepfather for young Guthrie. Raise him, train him, and help him to reclaim Fortinbras.

~Gorad of Fortinbras

Guthrie set the parchment down in front of him, and sat silently. While it was understandable that Gorad was sick, Guthrie did not live in ideal conditions to raise a child. He lived in solitude, and lived off bread alone. He had only just recovered from a maddening bloodlust.
He left the hall, and lay in bed beside his new son. Guthrie Jr, as Gorad had named him.


((Am I really the first person here to roleplay a parent?))