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Working on a backstory? Have a basic idea, but need locations, times, and other bits of information from the setting? Post what you have here, or any questions to help you flush out what you have, and I'll be more then happy to help answer any questions you have regarding Eryndor and Unit lore.

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Well I suppose I'll break the thread in. This is a rough outlined timeline of Herugrim's military career which still needs to be bridged with joining FOTC and turning it into an actual written backstory. I'd like any opinions you have about consistency with the lore, geography, culture, etc. and any suggestions on how to flesh it out. (And I'm curious as to who took Herugrim before me as a board name)

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Prefers Florentine long swords x2

Minor practice with other disciplines including unarmed combat (just don’t ask him to throw a javelin)

Timeline-

Born to farmers southwest of Hithdor

Bored with farm life

Asks to become a knight’s esquire and gets thrown into a horse stall

Asks to join up with the local militia office and gets laughed out

Disillusioned with The System joins up with bandits following romantic notions of taking from the rich and giving to the poor (picks up some rudimentary combat skills beyond the pitchfork and scythe)

Sees the true face of the lifestyle and strikes out on his own as a Soldier of Fortune

Meets liberal convent of monks who teach him unarmed combat after several months of charity and volunteer work

Respects them for Spartan values without excess or meaningless ceremony and charity to the poor

Leaves after 2 years with a new sense of being and spirituality only to develop a keener nose for the corruption and crime in the world

Follows the doings of the local thieves and bandits by hitting taverns, passing coin between hands and stealthy scouting of the wilderness fringe

Slays the leader of his former warband with an arrow while he is meeting with Heru’s town Elder about raising the “protection fee”

Makes a name for himself as a bandit head hunter and after several incidents gets a new career (and indentity) as a mythical and military historian, taking a liking to tales of dragon-kind

Hears of a dragon lair raid and tags along for the excitement. Watches with amusement as mercenaries and militia attempt to take on the beast. Amusement turns to horror and then deep sadness as the beast is coldly and merciless put down by a trained legion from Hithdor (albeit with a few casualties).

In its memory and his fondness for them adopts the Dragon as his patron and the symbol of his house in generations to come.

Writes many poems and war chants about the ferocity, bravery and nobility of Dragons, never taking into consideration that most are acting on instinct and that few, if any, intelligent dragons actually put their skills towards the betterment and protection of man-kind

Finally gets signed onto the army in the “special forces unit” which mainly consisted of mercenaries, retired bandits, veteran gladiators and tribesman thrown at the enemy lines as skirmishers.

Edit: I'll translate it into actual paragraphs and whatnot later; first I'd just like to know if it's going in the right direction and what specifics you'd like to see.

Last edited by HerugrimFOTC, 9/7/2009, 11:28 pm


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The fallen dragon calls to me
Cast aside your bonds and be free!
Every moment you draw breath
Fear neither pain nor Death
Flesh and bone may fail
But let not your spirit quail
The fallen dragon calls to me
Live fiercely and fly free!
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SO this is my backstory. thoughts are welcomed.
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Name: Leos Sparto
Age: 21
Preferred Weapon(s): Sword and Board
Rank: Newbie
Standing:
Affiliations:
Knots:
Back story: Leos was a mercenary. Was being a key term. His father was a mercenary and his father before him and even his father before him (his his great great grandfather wasn’t a mercenary, but, he really wanted to be). So when Leos came of age he was naturally taken into the Blackhand Mercenaries. He fought well enough, he did what he was told (usually), and in general he was a face in the crowd. And perhaps that what forced him to leave. Oh sure he liked his job, he enjoyed his work, and the money was usually pretty steady. But Leos thought he should be doing something more. So one day he walked right up to his leader took off his tabard and said “I quit”. As he walked away he couldn’t help feeling that this was a stupid, stupid, decision. He was walking away from not only his livelihood, but, from his family and generations of his family’s men that had been in this unit. As Leos traveled from tavern to tavern (mostly causes bar fights forgetting the fact that he’s not exactly the most skilled swordsmen in the land), he stumped upon a group of people that seemed that they had a real purpose in life. They all seemed to be adventuring together for a reason (other than there next paycheck). Leos knew that this was indeed what he’d been looking for. This was his chance to stand out of the crowd. This was his calling. The Fury of the Called.


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-The Battle of Thermophile.
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Aside from a few gramatical errors, and using the wrong Their, there s its alright, ofcourse feel free to flesh it out unless you want to stick with the minimalist approach.

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it's kinda like the flesh it out but I'll work on it more later. yeah i suck at grammar...interestingly enough my mother is an author.



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I'm just working with Eryndor and unit storyline stuff here, and will be bolding my comments inbetween your post.

Timeline-

Born to farmers southwest of Hithdor

Bored with farm life

Asks to become a knight’s esquire and gets thrown into a horse stall

This stuff is pretty standard, but there is no order of knights proper in Eryndor. You can make something up and not bother to deal with it, cause !@#$ it, it's your story. If you want something more, Jostal is currently trying to form a knight order in eryndor, talk to him

Asks to join up with the local militia office and gets laughed out

Disillusioned with The System joins up with bandits following romantic notions of taking from the rich and giving to the poor (picks up some rudimentary combat skills beyond the pitchfork and scythe)

i love how The System is in caps.

Sees the true face of the lifestyle and strikes out on his own as a Soldier of Fortune

Meets liberal convent of monks who teach him unarmed combat after several months of charity and volunteer work

to my knowledge, there's not a group of famous monks or anything, so just make something up, don't make them huge, and put it anywhere you want.

Respects them for Spartan values without excess or meaningless ceremony and charity to the poor

Leaves after 2 years with a new sense of being and spirituality only to develop a keener nose for the corruption and crime in the world

Follows the doings of the local thieves and bandits by hitting taverns, passing coin between hands and stealthy scouting of the wilderness fringe

Slays the leader of his former warband with an arrow while he is meeting with Heru’s town Elder about raising the “protection fee”

nifty, fits, just don't use the term Warband. that means something else here in Eryndor.

Makes a name for himself as a bandit head hunter and after several incidents gets a new career (and indentity) as a mythical and military historian, taking a liking to tales of dragon-kind

Hears of a dragon lair raid and tags along for the excitement. Watches with amusement as mercenaries and militia attempt to take on the beast. Amusement turns to horror and then deep sadness as the beast is coldly and merciless put down by a trained legion from Hithdor (albeit with a few casualties).

dragons are a thing of legend from the age of beasts, there may be a single dragon alive, maybe. you can hear of legends of stuff, but killing a dragon is a no-no. he can hallucinate the whole deal, don quixote style, but there aren't any dragons to kill in the first place.

In its memory and his fondness for them adopts the Dragon as his patron and the symbol of his house in generations to come.

Writes many poems and war chants about the ferocity, bravery and nobility of Dragons, never taking into consideration that most are acting on instinct and that few, if any, intelligent dragons actually put their skills towards the betterment and protection of man-kind

Finally gets signed onto the army in the “special forces unit” which mainly consisted of mercenaries, retired bandits, veteran gladiators and tribesman thrown at the enemy lines as skirmishers.

instead of a special forces unit, you can just meet up with some fury, because mercs, retired bandits, and tribesmen describes us pretty well. The nations and cities are too seperated for there to be unified special forces unit (no rainbow six in eryndor currently)but some of the larger cities surely have some kind of special forces unit, basically pick one if you're set on it

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We need to form a Rainbow Six for Eryndor! I get to be Eddie Price, just saying.

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if there was one more unit in Eryndor, that could totally work.

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Thanks for the notes Toland. Not knowing a ton about Eryndor lore I went off the top of my head best I could. I'll get this refined over break, sorry for the delay.

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Cast aside your bonds and be free!
Every moment you draw breath
Fear neither pain nor Death
Flesh and bone may fail
But let not your spirit quail
The fallen dragon calls to me
Live fiercely and fly free!
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Born to farmers southwest of Hithdor, Herugrim became increasingly bored with farm life as he grew and came of age. So he leaves home and heads straight to a local warrior and protector of the village to become the man’s esquire and gets thrown into a horse stall, to be nearly trampled by his steed.

Next he petitions to join up with the local militia office and gets laughed out.

Disillusioned with The System he joins up with bandits following romantic notions of taking from the rich and giving to the poor (picks up some rudimentary combat skills beyond the pitchfork and scythe). Before long though, he sees the true face of the lifestyle and strikes out on his own as a soldier of fortune.

In his travels, he meets a small, liberal convent of monks in the Pale Mountains who teach him unarmed combat as a reward for several months of charity and volunteer work. He respects them for Spartan values without excess or meaningless ceremony and charity to the poor.

After two years, he leaves with a new sense of being and spirituality only to develop a keener nose for the corruption and crime in the world.

With his new calling, Herugrim follows the doings of the local thieves and bandits by hitting taverns, passing coin between hands and stealthy scouting of the wilderness fringe.

One night he slays the leader of his former pack of scoundrels with an arrow while he is meeting with Heru’s town Elder about raising the “protection fee.”

For a time Heru makes a name for himself as a bandit head hunter but after several incidents gets a new career (and indentity) as a mythical and military historian, taking a liking to tales of dragon-kind.

One night he falls asleep in his library with his head in the book By Tooth and Claw, a tale of the great beasts of old. In his dream, he hears of a dragon lair raid and tags along for the excitement. From a mountain trail he watches with amusement as mercenaries and militia attempt to take on the beast. The dragon seemed to be enjoying itself more than anything. Amusement turns to horror and then deep sadness as the beast is coldly and merciless put down by a trained legion from soldiers (albeit with a few casualties).

He awakes with a knot in his chest, feeling sorrow at seeing something so noble and mighty pass from the world. In its memory and his fondness for them adopts the Dragon as his patron and the symbol of his house in generations to come.

[I rather like this version better. More believable too.]

Herugrim writes many poems and war chants about the ferocity, bravery and nobility of Dragons, never taking into consideration that most were acting on instinct and that few, if any, intelligent dragons had actually put their skills towards the betterment and protection of man-kind.

He finally gets signed onto the army in the “special forces unit” which mainly consisted of mercenaries, retired bandits, veteran gladiators and tribesman thrown at the enemy lines as skirmishers. Herugrim had rather liked the thought of being in the "special" unit but it turned out to be much less being in the unit that gets thrown into the meat grinder. However, being forced to rely on oneself since your comrades keep running off yelling "they don't pay me enough for this" turns one into a bit of a scrapper.

Many beatings and contusions later, Herugrim transferred to the unit "Fury of the Called." From their nom de guerre they seemed right up his alley. He was not to be disappointed as the Fury was a particularly hardy group made up of about the same demographics as the skirmish rabble but infinitely more brave and honourable.

[I had initially meant the "special forces unit" to be a joke as I meant to portray it as a rabble thrown at the enemy as skirmishers. So I clarified that and then transferred into the Fury after spending some time on the front lines getting my pants scared off.]

Last edited by HerugrimFOTC, 12/29/2009, 2:32 am


---
The fallen dragon calls to me
Cast aside your bonds and be free!
Every moment you draw breath
Fear neither pain nor Death
Flesh and bone may fail
But let not your spirit quail
The fallen dragon calls to me
Live fiercely and fly free!
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