Post by Grimmsborith on Mar 15, 2007 19:27:05 GMT -5
Vital Stats:
Name: Grimmsborith
Age: 33
Race: Undead Human
Class: Mercenary
Alignment: True Neutral
Gender: Male
My story, how I got here, and why I am pursued has only been told to twa select few people. I was a mighty warrior of my people. Well known among the army, I was assigned the duty of taking a regiment of pikemen to the front lines to stop a Calvary charge.
Things went well until we went on the attack. I drew my sword and charged at our attackers leading my men. If you want to know, the people we were fighting were called the Kahzadrians.
And as soon as we reached the front lines we took heavy casualties. After just three minutes the only fighters left were me and ten others who had by now grabbed their swords. I fought fiercely killing as many as I could with my blade, the one thing that kept me going was the thought of being reunited with my fiancée in Bagstone.
But I was outnumbered and when a gap appeared I ran for it but a man with a crossbow took aim at me and the bolt grazed my head going from my right temple to my mouth.
But fortunately (or not) an enemy mage revived me shortly after my death, healing the gash I had on my head, which is the cause of my scar. He probably did it because they were short on men and needed all the help they could get. After I was revived I was put under an evil spell that made me fight against my own men.
After the siege of my capital was over and all of my kinsmen were believed to be dead I was assigned to guarding the commander's tent. And I overheard him saying that, although I was a ferocious fighter I must be put to death.
Then, somehow the spell that was keeping me under the enemies’ influence was suddenly broken. I took that time to run and I went to the nearest harbor. After I reached the harbor I told the shipwrights that I wanted a trip to another land. And now you see me here in this land.
Name: Grimmsborith
Age: 33
Race: Undead Human
Class: Mercenary
Alignment: True Neutral
Gender: Male
My story, how I got here, and why I am pursued has only been told to twa select few people. I was a mighty warrior of my people. Well known among the army, I was assigned the duty of taking a regiment of pikemen to the front lines to stop a Calvary charge.
Things went well until we went on the attack. I drew my sword and charged at our attackers leading my men. If you want to know, the people we were fighting were called the Kahzadrians.
And as soon as we reached the front lines we took heavy casualties. After just three minutes the only fighters left were me and ten others who had by now grabbed their swords. I fought fiercely killing as many as I could with my blade, the one thing that kept me going was the thought of being reunited with my fiancée in Bagstone.
But I was outnumbered and when a gap appeared I ran for it but a man with a crossbow took aim at me and the bolt grazed my head going from my right temple to my mouth.
But fortunately (or not) an enemy mage revived me shortly after my death, healing the gash I had on my head, which is the cause of my scar. He probably did it because they were short on men and needed all the help they could get. After I was revived I was put under an evil spell that made me fight against my own men.
After the siege of my capital was over and all of my kinsmen were believed to be dead I was assigned to guarding the commander's tent. And I overheard him saying that, although I was a ferocious fighter I must be put to death.
Then, somehow the spell that was keeping me under the enemies’ influence was suddenly broken. I took that time to run and I went to the nearest harbor. After I reached the harbor I told the shipwrights that I wanted a trip to another land. And now you see me here in this land.
