This is my attempt at making a canon story for Roger! I can't guarantee that it will be good, but I'm having fun, and I hope you enjoy c:


Leap of Faith
Chapter 1, Part 1



Roger has come to the conclusion that he had made a grave mistake getting up that morning.The wolf was in a life or death situation; He had decided to fight a chimera. A chimera is a large, 7’ tall quadrupedal monster, with teeth bigger than its face, sharing genes from many types of animal, including sabertooth tiger, dragon, wolf, and more. They can breathe fire, and their saliva is highly venomous. They are known to take down many newbie adventurers, such as Roger, but they were regarded as a common milestone for adventurers. After all, if one can kill a rabid chimera, then they are fit to take on other challenges.

Roger was one such adventurer, with the mindset of “make the most out of your life, or you haven’t truly lived.” To him, this was the greatest way for him to live his life. He had himself a job, and a college education, but the 24 year old grey wolf needed more out of life. There were monsters to slay, dungeons to explore, treasures to find, magic spells to learn, and so much more. To live a life of working 9-5 and calling it a day afterwards, is a waste, in his eyes. So he started working on training his body. Every week he tries to go to the gym at least three times. He started learning how to fight, training every two weeks in a newly developed fighting style, which seamlessly combines magic with hand to hand fighting. He even tries to make it to a training field not far from his apartment in order to safely practice his magic, taking preference in the arcane - the magic of wielding energy. He did research online of nearby dungeons, the local monsters that he could fight, and he even participated on a Fighter’s forum online. He felt like he was prepared.

The wolf was young, 24 years of age, and fresh out of college, with a bachelor’s in computer science, and a minor in music. He was 5’11” in height, and weighed roughly 192 pounds, all muscle. He wasn’t buff, but he definitely had definition. His fur was grey, with white on his belly, chest, neck, up to his chin, and a white tail tip. For the sake of his quest to slay the chimera, he had worn a grey sleeveless shirt, skin-tight, and now in ruins thanks to the claws and fire of the beast. Covering his bottom half, he was wearing loose blue jeans, as he had nothing else on hand, and they were pretty worn out anyway, he figured. He wore some cheap running shoes, black, figuring that he needed something light so he could move quickly. On his hip, he had himself a Bag of Holding, a magic bag which can hold far more stuff in it than it seems. Inside, he had a variety of supplies for the trip.

It seems like Roger had made some poor decisions, judging by the fact that he was hiding behind a rock, ducking low to avoid being burned by the hot flames of a chimera.

Roger was panting, down to his last leg, with cuts along his torso from the razor sharp claws of the chimera. Thankfully, this one is only a cub, for had it been an adult, he’d have poison coursing through his veins. He had no way to get out safely. He had used up his last health potion, which only help stop the bleeding on his chest so he could avoid bleeding out. His head was light, his vision hazy, his breath rapid and uneven. He was in full-blown panic mode.

The chimera stopped its gust of fire, and ran to the side of the rock, giving Roger just enough time to get onto his feet and run away. He turns his body around, aiming his palm towards the chimera and firing a few balls of arcane energy, blue in color. The spheres were weak, as they only fizzled against its scaled pelt. It was better than not doing anything to retaliate, though he was running dry. His lifeforce, his mana, whatever it’s called, is spent, and he isn’t gonna be recovering it any time soon.

Roger leaps up and climbs up a tree, quickly reaching the top and sitting on a branch. He was panting, his heart racing, sweat pouring from his pores. Deep down, the wolf knew that he was going to die, and that he had made a grave mistake getting up that morning. The chimera pads over, getting ready to burn the tree down and feast on young wolf meat.

That is, of course, until the chimera suddenly fell over dead, a large ice spike piercing its torso and freezing its innards. The beast twitches about some, then soon goes fully limp, dead. Roger slides down from the tree top, landing on his feet, and looking around for whoever it was who killed the Chimera. He gets into a stance, in case they are hostile. Out from behind a rock, came a male, a snow leopard, roughly Roger’s size, but just a little bit shorter. He was wearing a brown vest, with a white t shirt underneath, and a pair of thin, but sturdy, fighter’s pants, made from silk, loose against his body, and both comfortable and durable. On his hip was a satchel, loaded with supplies. He was barefoot, and walking over to the wolf.

He lets out a sigh of relief, getting out of his stance and standing up tall, clutching at his chest. Although his cuts weren’t bleeding, they were still open, and very much hurting. The leopard holds a paw up, nodding to Roger.

“Looks like that chimera busted you up pretty bad. Here, lemme have a look at it.” The snow leopard walks over to examine Roger’s torso, looking at the cuts. “Well good news, it only looks bad. More good news, I’ve got somethin’ to help you out.”

Roger smiles at the leopard, his tail wagging slowly. It’s always nice to see a friendly face, especially after a near death experience. “I’d appreciate it, sir.”

The leopard shakes his head. “Please, call me Lucas.” He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a potion bottle and a small packet. Lucas rips the packet open, pulling out a gauze pad, and then opens the bottle, placing the gauze on top of the bottle and holding it upside down for a brief moment before he corks the bottle and sets it inside the satchel. The leopard then places the soaked gauze pad and gently rubs it along Roger’s wounds, the liquid potion soothing the wounds and causing them to slowly, but surely close up.

“SHIT that’s potent! What kinda potion is that?” Roger was quite glad for the potent potion, but he was curious as to what was in it that made it so strong.

Lucas finishes rubbing the pad along his wounds, burning the gauze within his paw using a smidge of fire magic. “I managed to get ahold some powerful restorative ingredients, even found a bundle of Heartroot.”

Roger cocks his head to the side and asks, “Heartroot?”

Lucas smiles, taking a step back. “Very rare potion ingredient, comes from a Heart Tree. The tree itself is incredibly rare, and it’s difficult to harvest the roots, as the bark is very tough. Busted a mythril dagger on the root.”

The wounds soon close up completely, leaving a slight scarring underneath his fur. Roger rubs at his chest, the pain mostly gone. “Much appreciated, Lucas. Saved me from a chimera, and then healed my wounds. I owe you a drink, at the least.” He extends his paw, invigorated by Lucas’ friendliness. “The name’s Roger, pleased to meet you.”

Lucas grabs Roger’s paw and shakes firmly. “Likewise, Roger.” He purrs lowly. “Say, you mentioned grabbing me a drink? Howsabout we head to the Slinky Rat and grab a few?” Lucas crosses his arms over his chest, full of confidence.

Roger says, “Sure thing, man, my treat.” The wolf pulls his phone out of his bag and starts to navigate to his map to try to remember where he had parked.

Lucas perks up. “Oh hold on, gimme a moment.” Lucas walks over to the corpse of the chimera and kneels down, grabbing at its two gigantic fangs and tugging, ripping them out of its mouth. He stands up and puts them in his satchel. “These babies will help me craft a nifty potion.”

Roger nods and smiles. “Oh that’s cool! You gotta show me how to make potions some time.” He starts to walk south, towards where his car was parked. “Let’s get going, dude.”