Post by Harkker on Aug 9, 2013 4:13:11 GMT
on: May 01, 2013, 09:02:33 PM »
My Pa arrived to late to save my Ma and my sis, But he did arrive in time ta save me. I was Born in Barthen and though I was only five at the time, I remember that day as well as any other. We didn't see em coming, how could we? They flew from above and not from the coast, which is what we had been prepared for. Pirates and like. The Half Reds came in with fire and blade, ain't no way to think that Barthen could have survived. My Pa wasn't always a doctor. In his youth he was an adventurer and I remember the massive scars on his back as if something was cut out, and the warm demeanor that he showed everyone.
There were hundreds of them and we was overwhelmed. I remember the taste of ash in my mouth. I heard the horrible sounds of what those beasts did. I don't like to talk about it much. Few things will haunt me like that day. My Pa Looked around him and saw all that was happening. He told me a few things gave me one last hug and then sent me down a well on a rope. He didn't ever lie and did not say anything to the effect of I will come back for you. I think he knew was done and that didn't stop him. As soon as I was safe he wents to go help others.
The water in the well kept me cool, when the flames of the town burned so bright, the air itself was like breathing fire. Dragon armies do that... The reds were unafraid to burn it up, them being immune and such. I don't know how long I was in there. I fell asleep and almost drown twice. When the rope was done pulled up, I didn't know who would be up there.
I was a scapper when I was young and I guess I still am. I was ready to run when I saw the black armor of the Dogface who got me out. But before my legs would move me, I saw what was left of my home. It was ash as far as the eye could see. It was then that I was taken to Drakesdale, to my new home with the few other people who were saved.
Tell you about Drakesdale? Well I guess. we don't really like to speak of it much I reckon. In this world o Serfs and lords alone lies Drakesdale. All are equal. We all take equal shares of work as you can handle. The People of Drakesdale are cast offs. Oprhans of war, Serfs left for dead when they got sick, refugees, and the elderly who have no one take care of them. In the dale you can get food, a place to sleep and be taught skills. But you have to pull your weight and we brook no evil in heart or mind. Those who hold evil in their hearts are prohibited from staying. We give them a meal and then send them on their way, asking them to look with in themselves for good things. While most people are just workers, the Dogfaces are there as well. Dogfaces are those who who have fighting skills and can protect the others. At other times we go out into the world and aid those we can. Sometimes we go out in search of wealth so that we can support the large number of people that we have to, but usually that is found in the spoils of battle. I reckon that Dogfaces have three tiers. The Top Tier is reserved for the original Dogfaces and those Thane Argente deems in that group. The rest of us are obligated to serve them as we can. I suppose I should say that we don't get paid to do what we do. More that we are capable of what we do and that is why we do it.
Those in tier two are known as the Archons. We are the ones who judge people worthy of being allowed to stay in Drakesdale. I hold such a position though it is usually reserved for paladins and priests who can detect the evil in another person's heart. I don't worship the gods. It's not that I have anything against them, but I believe that a person can know their own heart without the need for divine vengence. I do have a knack for sensing peoples motives or at least their bad motives. We of the archons are the ones you are most likely to find outside Drakesdale. We get chosen to accompany the higher circle or get sent to aid various towns in defense. We are not royal guards and therefore have no weight with the locals other than what our reputation grants us. I myself have been sent out more in recent months, I would like to think it is because of my skill, but perhaps it is time for the older Dogs to start taking it easy. Some of them have been slapping on the armor for over a decade.
My Pa arrived to late to save my Ma and my sis, But he did arrive in time ta save me. I was Born in Barthen and though I was only five at the time, I remember that day as well as any other. We didn't see em coming, how could we? They flew from above and not from the coast, which is what we had been prepared for. Pirates and like. The Half Reds came in with fire and blade, ain't no way to think that Barthen could have survived. My Pa wasn't always a doctor. In his youth he was an adventurer and I remember the massive scars on his back as if something was cut out, and the warm demeanor that he showed everyone.
There were hundreds of them and we was overwhelmed. I remember the taste of ash in my mouth. I heard the horrible sounds of what those beasts did. I don't like to talk about it much. Few things will haunt me like that day. My Pa Looked around him and saw all that was happening. He told me a few things gave me one last hug and then sent me down a well on a rope. He didn't ever lie and did not say anything to the effect of I will come back for you. I think he knew was done and that didn't stop him. As soon as I was safe he wents to go help others.
The water in the well kept me cool, when the flames of the town burned so bright, the air itself was like breathing fire. Dragon armies do that... The reds were unafraid to burn it up, them being immune and such. I don't know how long I was in there. I fell asleep and almost drown twice. When the rope was done pulled up, I didn't know who would be up there.
I was a scapper when I was young and I guess I still am. I was ready to run when I saw the black armor of the Dogface who got me out. But before my legs would move me, I saw what was left of my home. It was ash as far as the eye could see. It was then that I was taken to Drakesdale, to my new home with the few other people who were saved.
Tell you about Drakesdale? Well I guess. we don't really like to speak of it much I reckon. In this world o Serfs and lords alone lies Drakesdale. All are equal. We all take equal shares of work as you can handle. The People of Drakesdale are cast offs. Oprhans of war, Serfs left for dead when they got sick, refugees, and the elderly who have no one take care of them. In the dale you can get food, a place to sleep and be taught skills. But you have to pull your weight and we brook no evil in heart or mind. Those who hold evil in their hearts are prohibited from staying. We give them a meal and then send them on their way, asking them to look with in themselves for good things. While most people are just workers, the Dogfaces are there as well. Dogfaces are those who who have fighting skills and can protect the others. At other times we go out into the world and aid those we can. Sometimes we go out in search of wealth so that we can support the large number of people that we have to, but usually that is found in the spoils of battle. I reckon that Dogfaces have three tiers. The Top Tier is reserved for the original Dogfaces and those Thane Argente deems in that group. The rest of us are obligated to serve them as we can. I suppose I should say that we don't get paid to do what we do. More that we are capable of what we do and that is why we do it.
Those in tier two are known as the Archons. We are the ones who judge people worthy of being allowed to stay in Drakesdale. I hold such a position though it is usually reserved for paladins and priests who can detect the evil in another person's heart. I don't worship the gods. It's not that I have anything against them, but I believe that a person can know their own heart without the need for divine vengence. I do have a knack for sensing peoples motives or at least their bad motives. We of the archons are the ones you are most likely to find outside Drakesdale. We get chosen to accompany the higher circle or get sent to aid various towns in defense. We are not royal guards and therefore have no weight with the locals other than what our reputation grants us. I myself have been sent out more in recent months, I would like to think it is because of my skill, but perhaps it is time for the older Dogs to start taking it easy. Some of them have been slapping on the armor for over a decade.