Starring Characters

Her en en liten skisse. er ganske røft skrevet så mye skrivefeil og lok men jeg er ikke så nøye på det.
Jeg har brukt alex sine 4 brødre og gjort han eldste til min far. Slang på en pest og jeg vet ikke helt hvordan landet vårt ser ut men det er bare et forslag som jeg gjerne endrer på i ettertid.


Lady Justine Annabelle ´(insert lastname)" of House "insert"
Fighter: Lore Warden   Age 19 .

It is long into the great war and the county of "insert name" is in great distress.
The Empire keeps pushing the front line further towards home and the king has ordered the Duke´s , Barons  and Jarls of the many countys to aid in the great struggle to protect the kings land.

The house "insert name" is a great house and Duke (Mortens Patriach insert name) is my Grand Father. Godrick my father is the oldest of he's five sons.
To old and venerable to go to war himself he sent my father Godrick and two of the other brothers to aid in the war. That was 9 winters ago and almost half my life has been coloured by this war.

My family is quite big. Grand Mother has passed away to the plague that almost claimed my life aswel. Grand Father has grown bitter with the war and out of he's five sons two remains in the county and they are my uncles when ironically we are almost the same age. We hear little news of the front but as far as we know all our family is still alive, but we seem to be loosing the war.
I have no brothers and my mother passed away with the small pox plague 5 years ago. Im sure my father will be devastated to find out. But he he's out fighting honouring our house sigil! and i shall not despair! Strength above all!
My two uncles left are coming of age and their prowess with the bow and sword is admiring. They are like brothers to me.

This is a different time to grow up for a lady. Before we would be tought to dance and play instruments and in etiquette. Now we all have to take our part.
When i was thirteen the small pox plague hit the country if not the exhausted resources werent enough. and probably why it struck so bad. Many died and i was on the deathbed for half a winter before any signs of getting better. My mom was not so fortunate. Ive always been a little sickly and a little of a shame to the family. Im sure my father would have wished he had a son but he got me, and i want to make him proud. Maybe one day ride out and meet him and join forces with him and take part of the glory.
To physicly weak to train with broadsword and shield, and even my uncles bow to strong to the pull. I chose to harden my mind and search for all types of knowledge. Ive read through the entire library and studied many languages. I don't think iknow about a language that i do not speak. Stories from the entire world and aritectural tecniquies. If this war ever ends i want to help built this county up and discover the world.

The King had ordered the enlistment of conscripts and militias to further bolster he's ranks and it started to become apperant that maybe we weren't safe for long even within our humble castles walls. my father had an Dervish Instructor come from the lands of the south to teach me the dervish dance of the scimitar. And for years I've practiced with a light blade to use precision and gile instead of force to gaide my hits. Clunky armour slows me down I shall be light on my feet and strike swiftly. I shall not falter and be afraid. Strength above all!

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Brandon Beldon Garrick Ryder of house Atherol.
class: fighter
race: human

Brandon grew up at one of the largest farms in the Kingdom, owned by his father; one of the Kings Jarls. Brandon never want for anything. His early years were mostly spent chasing hens, climbing trees and pretending to be a warrior; the daffodils were cut down by the thousands! Even though the farmstead had been owned by House Atherol for countless generations, they themselves were no longer farmers and when called upon; the house would march to war on the kings behalf. At the eve before a battle one could hear the hirdsmen silently murmur the house motto through clenched teeth; "Strength above all."

As the fifth son in line of succession Brandon had no claim to land nor any titles bestowed upon him. However, it was common courtesy to address all the jarls children with either "the honorable" or "lady". His older brothers preferred to call him Lady. As the youngest son Brandon could not measure up to his brothers physically, they were between 4 and 12 summers older than him. Being strong for his age did not help. All the boys of house Atherol would train in the art of war; how to wield a sword, how to strike with the shield, never to back down, always to move forward. Strength was the true measure of a man. Strength in arms, strength in character; a man was no better than his word. As he could not best his brothers in swordplay; Archery became Brandon’s refuge, the only discipline where strength did not play as big a role. Most of the family figured it was just a phase; archery was for hunters, peasants and weaklings. Not for true warriors, not for the men being the shield wall against the empires relentless assaults, and especially not for any noble son of House Atherol.

Brandon kept practicing with the bow and when he came of age he was not asked to join his father’s men fighting in the North, but was instead sent to serve on one of the kingdoms many ships, mostly patrolling the high seas west of the mountains. Brandon was fine with the decicison, of course after an initial period of cursing the world for lack of sea legs and the chef’s inability to cook food that would not come up again.

His heavy armor was laid to rest, and leather armor taken up in its stead. Brandon’s set of skills was much better suited for warfare on a bout than at the front lines, and he thrived on the seas, all while befriending old sailors, young enlisted men, an occasional bar maiden and the fascinating mermaid people. All good things must come to an end. Brandon woke up on the western shoreline, not too far away from the Dwarf Mountains, his clothes in tatters, his leather armor partly gone, bow still in hand, and only with some vague memories of a storm, the enemy fleet, fire and what he think was a mermaid rescuing him.

Brandon soon discovered he was the only survivor after the shipwreck; and being the son of a nobleman he did not have to rejoin the fleet. However, out of pride he would not return to his family either, not yet. He used what little coin he had to repair his gear and became a sellsword. As the youngest son of house Atherol he would have to make a name for himself, make his own place in this world. He would prove to everyone that he was a force to be reckoned with. “strength above all”