Post by Anvil on Mar 15, 2007 12:29:20 GMT -5
Anvil isn’t his real name, but it is what everyone knows him by now. Growing up as an apprentice to a blacksmith and having a reputation as being stubborn can get a guy some pretty interesting nick names and Anvil was one that could be repeated in front of the womenfolk.
Anvil is a proud member of the Pictish nation of Northern England in what later will be known as Scotland. Anvil always answered any calls for defenders to repel the Romans back to their side Hadrian's Wall. He always made sure to that if any of the warbands decided to raid across the wall into roman territory that he was included in their numbers. The Romans infuriated the Picts with their constant attempts of conquest and stripping away the history and Gods of the peoples they subdued.
Since resources were scarce, Anvil prided himself on his find of high grade ores that he used to make fine weapons for his village. His only concern was that it’s in a mountain glen that he could only find during a strange fog in the highlands near his village.
During one of his trips to the glen to secure more raw materials he came upon a battle, at first he was struck dumb with awe. Before him was at least 6 of the Fey folk of legend, the Tylwyth Teg. they were tall and graceful and to beautiful to behold, almost fragile looking. To his horror they were in a battle with creatures the exact opposite of themselves, short and brutish with a blood lust of rabid dogs, surely these were the goblins of fairy tales told to children to make them behave at night.
The elves were battling with the grace of long practice and fury of angels, but the numbers were to great against them. Anvil charged into the fray after watching a member of the fey folk torn asunder by the vicious hacks from the cruel weapons of the goblins. The attack from Anvil was a complete surprise and the goblins were hit with the pure fury Anvil was feeling at the moment. Their hits were ignored by him and his large shield and strong sword started to make a dent in their numbers. In his fury he failed to notice the last of the fey folk fall to the hands of the goblins. Anvils sword became lodged in the torso of a goblin and while trying to free the sword it was struck by a mighty axe and broken. Anvil smashed the face of the offending attacker and took his axe. At this time Anvil realized that the elves had been killed and his fury redoubled. With the newly acquired axe and a murderous glaze in his eyes he swept through the goblins and finally drove them away.
After his blood lust died away Anvil went to the Elves to see if any yet lived. The graceful bodies were now turning cold and twisted, but one female still had a spark of life left in her as her life blood was pumping out onto the ground. With a last monumental effort she pointed to a nearby wood line.
Anvil searched the woods and found the elven camp, In it were two children both female and young, one nothing more than a babe and the other a toddler. Their eyes bewitched Anvil and he knew he had to care for these young ones as his own. After burying the bodies of the elves and collecting what items of worth were laying around Anvil returned to his village and wife.
Thistle his wife was as enchanted by the babes as Anvil was. They agreed to raise the children as their own. All was well for a time, but as the children got older and were seen by the other villages, and it was realized what they were, the rest of the village started to worry that the Tylwyth Teg would take revenge on them for Anvil taking the children away.
Eventually Anvil and Thistle moved out of the village. Anvil built a cabin in the mountain glen near his ore mine and the graves of the elves. Eventually the strange mist came again. Anvil and his family awoke the next day to find the cabin in a strange new mountain glen.
After many days of searching Anvil found many others who were recently deposited to this location and together they built a new village. The funny thing was they all were from different times and locations and a few were even Tylwyth Teg and praised Anvil for rescuing the children. After Anvil got over the shock of seeing some of the legendary creatures from his peoples tales, he learned to appreciate each race for their abilities. The Tylwyth Tweg, or Elves as others called them, were surprisingly strong despite their weak appearance and seemed to have tomes of knowlegde within their heads. Dwarves were as tough as Anvil's namesake and showed him many a trick in the ways of metal working, and shared the same delight in waging war agaisnt the green skinned ones as he does, and then downing a good mead afterwards.
Anvil now smiths for his new founded village and fights goblins on a regular basis, for he has promised himself to never end his fight against the slayers of those first fey folk he ever witnessed. Now he fights not for his way of life, but for the very lives of those he loves.
Anvil is a proud member of the Pictish nation of Northern England in what later will be known as Scotland. Anvil always answered any calls for defenders to repel the Romans back to their side Hadrian's Wall. He always made sure to that if any of the warbands decided to raid across the wall into roman territory that he was included in their numbers. The Romans infuriated the Picts with their constant attempts of conquest and stripping away the history and Gods of the peoples they subdued.
Since resources were scarce, Anvil prided himself on his find of high grade ores that he used to make fine weapons for his village. His only concern was that it’s in a mountain glen that he could only find during a strange fog in the highlands near his village.
During one of his trips to the glen to secure more raw materials he came upon a battle, at first he was struck dumb with awe. Before him was at least 6 of the Fey folk of legend, the Tylwyth Teg. they were tall and graceful and to beautiful to behold, almost fragile looking. To his horror they were in a battle with creatures the exact opposite of themselves, short and brutish with a blood lust of rabid dogs, surely these were the goblins of fairy tales told to children to make them behave at night.
The elves were battling with the grace of long practice and fury of angels, but the numbers were to great against them. Anvil charged into the fray after watching a member of the fey folk torn asunder by the vicious hacks from the cruel weapons of the goblins. The attack from Anvil was a complete surprise and the goblins were hit with the pure fury Anvil was feeling at the moment. Their hits were ignored by him and his large shield and strong sword started to make a dent in their numbers. In his fury he failed to notice the last of the fey folk fall to the hands of the goblins. Anvils sword became lodged in the torso of a goblin and while trying to free the sword it was struck by a mighty axe and broken. Anvil smashed the face of the offending attacker and took his axe. At this time Anvil realized that the elves had been killed and his fury redoubled. With the newly acquired axe and a murderous glaze in his eyes he swept through the goblins and finally drove them away.
After his blood lust died away Anvil went to the Elves to see if any yet lived. The graceful bodies were now turning cold and twisted, but one female still had a spark of life left in her as her life blood was pumping out onto the ground. With a last monumental effort she pointed to a nearby wood line.
Anvil searched the woods and found the elven camp, In it were two children both female and young, one nothing more than a babe and the other a toddler. Their eyes bewitched Anvil and he knew he had to care for these young ones as his own. After burying the bodies of the elves and collecting what items of worth were laying around Anvil returned to his village and wife.
Thistle his wife was as enchanted by the babes as Anvil was. They agreed to raise the children as their own. All was well for a time, but as the children got older and were seen by the other villages, and it was realized what they were, the rest of the village started to worry that the Tylwyth Teg would take revenge on them for Anvil taking the children away.
Eventually Anvil and Thistle moved out of the village. Anvil built a cabin in the mountain glen near his ore mine and the graves of the elves. Eventually the strange mist came again. Anvil and his family awoke the next day to find the cabin in a strange new mountain glen.
After many days of searching Anvil found many others who were recently deposited to this location and together they built a new village. The funny thing was they all were from different times and locations and a few were even Tylwyth Teg and praised Anvil for rescuing the children. After Anvil got over the shock of seeing some of the legendary creatures from his peoples tales, he learned to appreciate each race for their abilities. The Tylwyth Tweg, or Elves as others called them, were surprisingly strong despite their weak appearance and seemed to have tomes of knowlegde within their heads. Dwarves were as tough as Anvil's namesake and showed him many a trick in the ways of metal working, and shared the same delight in waging war agaisnt the green skinned ones as he does, and then downing a good mead afterwards.
Anvil now smiths for his new founded village and fights goblins on a regular basis, for he has promised himself to never end his fight against the slayers of those first fey folk he ever witnessed. Now he fights not for his way of life, but for the very lives of those he loves.
