Post by wolfsbane on Oct 29, 2010 13:17:15 GMT -5
Hailing from the North and East near the Realm of Ravenwood Some know him as a drifter, some as a barbarian, a savage, some simply know of his reputation. They know he leaves none alive in his path. That if you look upon him you will not see another day. Some of these stories are true, some are not.
He carries himself as one of nobility but looks nothing like a noble. He is also a better swordsman and survivalist than any fit for a crown.
During a raid against his village his father was killed by a man of steel with a vicious sword. It looked like a mere broadsword but unbeknownst to any mortal it had a curse. Upon picking up the sword your soul was trapped in the blade, until you faced your demons. For him it was this man of steel, who killed his father and the rest of this man’s horde.
At the age of Nine at the time of year when the village should have been preparing for the Festival of Harvest a scout came back from his patrol bloodied and without any of his party. He told of these raiders, and how they killed the rest of his party. An hour after this message was received by the boy’s father, the raid began. His father gathered the guard and the women and children that were still alive fled the village. Those that were left in the village fought these monsters, they died. Finally it was down to the boy’s father and what was left of his retinue, three men against twenty, fully armored raiders. The retinue was killed off in a matter of minutes, each taking a raider with them. His father managed to dispatch another three before a sword stuck him in the chest. He spent his last minutes of life watching this man grab his wife who had stayed trying to fight off the raiders, he raped her in front of her dying husband. The child that would become the warrior you know as Wolfsbane crawled out of the cellar to see his mom get raped and killed. Then shortly after his father who was still breathing curse this man and then stop breathing himself. The raider set fire to the village with the fifteen remaining raiders and left.
The child pulled the sword out of his father’s cooling body and swore that he would get revenge on the monster, with his own blade.
He spent the next seven years tracking animals and helping those oppressed by these raiders, during this time he made his armor, very light, very simple leather bracers and a single spaulder. Any who made this warrior draw his sword fell.
At the age of eighteen this warrior finally gets the edge on his opponents, he waited until nightfall and managed to kill four of the raiders before they realized they were being raided. He continued to kill another five, the leader, the vicious bastard that raped his mother came out half armored, the warrior peers into his tent, there is a girl there approximately his age that was about to be raped, he lost control and charged at the raider. Out of nowhere a giant wolf leaps over the tent and pins him to the ground.
After a struggle the fight ends with the wolf’s neck broken and several gashes on the warrior. He gets up and realizes the raiders are gone and loses consciousness.
He comes to in a tent, with a young woman sitting over him, he shortly realizes it’s the one he saved. he jumps with a start, and quickly lays back down with several broken ribs. He stays in bed for another three days with her tending to him. Then with his bones partially healed he gets up and walks outside, he notices the wolf there and feels a particularly cold breeze from the North. He pulls out his hunting knife and skins the wolf. Another week passes and a caravan comes by, they help this warrior and the young woman to a nearby city. This is where they part ways, the woman giving him a light kiss on the cheeks and then an even lighter one on his lips. He moved from settlement to settlement tracking the raiders once more, killing one or two at a time until it was just him and their leader, the one he swore vengeance on. All the while hearing tales about this warrior called wolfsbane, a warrior that has no armor what so ever that goes into battle with simply a sword and a wolfskin, He soon realizes that this character is him, simply blown out of proportion.
Another three months pass by the time he caught up with the last raider, he catches him cooking dinner. The raider looks from him to the sword he carries and back to his face. The dinner is suddenly thrown into the fire as he draws his sword, too late, he had just been impaled in the same place, by the same sword as the little boy’s father.
Now finished with his quest for vengeance, Wolfsbane leaves the body with the cursed sword in it and makes his way to the next town to pick up a new weapon. This happened to be in the realm of Stormwrath.
He carries himself as one of nobility but looks nothing like a noble. He is also a better swordsman and survivalist than any fit for a crown.
During a raid against his village his father was killed by a man of steel with a vicious sword. It looked like a mere broadsword but unbeknownst to any mortal it had a curse. Upon picking up the sword your soul was trapped in the blade, until you faced your demons. For him it was this man of steel, who killed his father and the rest of this man’s horde.
At the age of Nine at the time of year when the village should have been preparing for the Festival of Harvest a scout came back from his patrol bloodied and without any of his party. He told of these raiders, and how they killed the rest of his party. An hour after this message was received by the boy’s father, the raid began. His father gathered the guard and the women and children that were still alive fled the village. Those that were left in the village fought these monsters, they died. Finally it was down to the boy’s father and what was left of his retinue, three men against twenty, fully armored raiders. The retinue was killed off in a matter of minutes, each taking a raider with them. His father managed to dispatch another three before a sword stuck him in the chest. He spent his last minutes of life watching this man grab his wife who had stayed trying to fight off the raiders, he raped her in front of her dying husband. The child that would become the warrior you know as Wolfsbane crawled out of the cellar to see his mom get raped and killed. Then shortly after his father who was still breathing curse this man and then stop breathing himself. The raider set fire to the village with the fifteen remaining raiders and left.
The child pulled the sword out of his father’s cooling body and swore that he would get revenge on the monster, with his own blade.
He spent the next seven years tracking animals and helping those oppressed by these raiders, during this time he made his armor, very light, very simple leather bracers and a single spaulder. Any who made this warrior draw his sword fell.
At the age of eighteen this warrior finally gets the edge on his opponents, he waited until nightfall and managed to kill four of the raiders before they realized they were being raided. He continued to kill another five, the leader, the vicious bastard that raped his mother came out half armored, the warrior peers into his tent, there is a girl there approximately his age that was about to be raped, he lost control and charged at the raider. Out of nowhere a giant wolf leaps over the tent and pins him to the ground.
After a struggle the fight ends with the wolf’s neck broken and several gashes on the warrior. He gets up and realizes the raiders are gone and loses consciousness.
He comes to in a tent, with a young woman sitting over him, he shortly realizes it’s the one he saved. he jumps with a start, and quickly lays back down with several broken ribs. He stays in bed for another three days with her tending to him. Then with his bones partially healed he gets up and walks outside, he notices the wolf there and feels a particularly cold breeze from the North. He pulls out his hunting knife and skins the wolf. Another week passes and a caravan comes by, they help this warrior and the young woman to a nearby city. This is where they part ways, the woman giving him a light kiss on the cheeks and then an even lighter one on his lips. He moved from settlement to settlement tracking the raiders once more, killing one or two at a time until it was just him and their leader, the one he swore vengeance on. All the while hearing tales about this warrior called wolfsbane, a warrior that has no armor what so ever that goes into battle with simply a sword and a wolfskin, He soon realizes that this character is him, simply blown out of proportion.
Another three months pass by the time he caught up with the last raider, he catches him cooking dinner. The raider looks from him to the sword he carries and back to his face. The dinner is suddenly thrown into the fire as he draws his sword, too late, he had just been impaled in the same place, by the same sword as the little boy’s father.
Now finished with his quest for vengeance, Wolfsbane leaves the body with the cursed sword in it and makes his way to the next town to pick up a new weapon. This happened to be in the realm of Stormwrath.