Post by Fenras on Jul 3, 2005 8:04:10 GMT -5
Fenir was a tall boy of 14 winters from a Norse village on the western outskirts of Mittelmarch. The village had been enjoying a short period of peace until two scouts came running into the village bearing new of an encampment of orcs and other vile creatures to the east of the village, and After several days the village elders decided that the orcs were too much of a threat to be left alone. The villages’ army began preparing and now that Fenir was of age he was finally allowed to go into battle with the other warriors. In two days after the decision to attack was issued the soldiers began marching toward the encampment. after a day of marching the battle begun, charging into battle with battle cries being shouted all around Fenir joined in with his own cry. As the chaos that was the battle went on Fenir slayed many a creature until he was struck on the back of the head. As a curtain of darkness fell across his eyes he collapsed. When Fenir awoke he was tied to a tree, very unskillfully tied. After listening for a moment he realized he was on the side of the tree facing away from the orcs camp, although he was still close to it. After several minutes he had his hands untied and then easily untied his feet. These skills came from the earlier years of his childhood when he would play with the other young boys and they would see who could get knots undone the fastest. He decided to risk a look around the tree and saw something he would’ve hoped to never see in his life. He had known that orcs and goblins ate humans but he had never seen such a disgusting sight, he saw the looks that were on his comrades faces when they died, and he saw orcs eating arms and legs. The world began to spin around him but he sat kneeled to the ground and after several minutes regained his composure. If only he had a weapon he would have chaged the camp, killing as many as he could with his own life... no, that would be a waste, he could never avenge his comrades' deaths if he rushed into battle now. He waited for the opportunity to run and it came in the form of a fight between a few orcs on who got to eat the heart of a fallen warrior, and knowing orcs and goblins Fenir knew they would all join in the fight so he dashed through the woods as fast as his legs could carry him through the forest. After one or two days Fenir finally saw a settlement about 500 yards ahead of him. He saw guard towers and walls and instantly knew it was mainly made up of his fellow humans. With every last shred of energy he had left in his body he ran toward the towers but finally collapsed about 100 yards away from the towers. When he awoke he was in a bed, with a stranger sitting in the corner of the room. It was hard but after some struggling Fenir was able to sit up. When the man heard moving he turned and looked at Fenir and said, “Hail friend, I am Alric, and I welcome you to the settelment of Mittlemarch.” Fenir then told Alric his story and was told of Mittlemarch and the surrounding area, That was when became a true member of Mittlemarch.