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Pillarus's Backstory


Part 1

“I’m following a star.”

I should have known I wouldn’t get the answer I wanted, Pillarus seldom reveals much about himself. I respect a man of few words, but this armor clad man is an outright mystery.

I don’t know how long he has been fighting in the crusades. I have faint memories of him fighting for Eryndor dating back to when I first joined the war myself. I saw him fight with my comrade in arms, Erland, a few times, but when I asked Erland about Pillarus’s past he replied, “Who knows, he never talks about himself, nice guy though.”

Yeah, a nice guy, unless you are his enemy.
Pillarus and I were assigned to protect the same convoy of supplies. The supplies were mostly basic rations, but my brothers were away and the crusade was at a standstill, so I thought this would be a good opportunity to see more of the country side. I had been fighting so hard to defend this land, it was about time I enjoyed it a little. I wasn’t acquainted with Pillarus at the time. I was mostly focused on my own thoughts, so I wasn’t too concerned about the other fighters protecting the convoy.

We were rounding a mountain side when I happened to notice Pillarus putting on his mail. One of the other men assigned to protect the convoy approached him and inquired why he was suiting up, to which Pillarus replied,
“There is going to be a battle” and he pointed into the distance.

I chuckled to myself at hearing this, but the man in charge overheard and gave the order to prepare for a fight. I looked over to Pillarus again; he was still calmly putting on his gear. After equipping his gauntlets, he took a moment’s pause to enjoy the breeze. It was quite a sight: a man wearing what must have been 100 pounds of armor, who had just warned of approaching danger, was standing there with his hands at his sides, his face tilted to the sky, eyes shut with a carefree smile. I wish I would have had the same foresight to enjoy what very well could have been the last peaceful moment of my life. Instead, I rolled my eyes and picked up my shield without bothering to put my tunic on, let alone armor. “What’s the point of putting on armor to fight bandits?” I thought to myself.

These weren’t bandits.

We rounded the mountain, and there they were, a full company of armed men. These weren’t Magemarth’s minions nor were they mercenaries. To this day I don’t know what army they belonged to, but they were not friendly. They must have been in route somewhere, spotted our small convoy, and figured they would help themselves to some additional supplies. After a short few seconds of failed negotiations, our leader’s head was at the top of a spear and the conflict had begun.
We were grossly outnumbered, and I could easily tell the men I was traveling with did not have the kind of talent I’m used to. We were facing impossible odds. I cursed the gods for ending me this way, but retreat was not an option. We entered the fray bravely; our men fought valiantly and died wonderfully.

Watching Pillarus fight was astonishing. His armor and shield must have been burdensome, a weight you would expect to crush a man with his physical build, but he moved effortlessly. An enemy attacked his front, Pillarus countered from the top of his shield. His doomed opponent could only watch as Pillarus rained down a fearsome succession of blows. There is no way to harm Pillarus with a direct attack; his frontward defenses are impenetrable.

Another enemy sliced Pillarus in the back with a short sword. The blow was ignored, and Pillarus continued to cut down the men in front of him. The shot did no damage, save a few rings that dropped from his mail. Just as the back hacking enemy prepared another attack, Pillarus spun the whole weight of his body and struck his foe with his heavy shield. His smite landed on the jaw of this man with such terrible momentum that it threw him yards away. The battle continued this way, and the pile of fallen foes around Pillarus grew larger and larger.

The enemy forces overwhelmed our men quickly and soon Pillarus and I were the only allies left standing. I knew that we would be beaten, but I wasn’t about to die without making a show of it first. And that’s just what we did.

It was like a dance of death. Pillarus moving to defend for me and I for him. We moved with the utmost agility, throwing shots when we could and quickly disappearing behind our defenses. As we rotated, our colossal shields created an impassable sphere of resistance around us. We were a war machine. For every blow the enemy landed on one of us, we would strike down four men. Blood and limbs flew through the air with the cries of battle. We were winning, but this dance was exhausting, and there were just too many men to kill.

After a while our enemies stopped charging and formed a circle around us. Pillarus and I stood side by side, our bodies broken but strong, covered in blood. For a moment all was silent, with the exception of our heavy breathing.

“You fought magnificently. It is an honor to die at your side.” I said.

The silence continued.

“You weren’t meant to die here, Sir.” He earnestly replied.

I don’t know what I found more confounding, the message or the title. It didn’t matter. Our enemies were ready to make their final attack.

They came at us all at once, from every side. I was quickly overwhelmed. Something blunt struck the back of my head, and I went down. It was midday and the sun was directly overhead. As my consciousness slipped into blackness I remember looking up towards Pillarus. His helm reflected the sun’s rays; it shined like a marvelous beacon of hope.

Like a star.




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Part 2

Pillarus makes a mean pot of stew.

Actually, he has several talents. He’s an armorer, a skilled hunter, an herbalist, an adept carpenter, a scout, and, as I’ve described, a truly gruesome fighter. This man could have lived off the land with little inconvenience. It wouldn’t surprise me if before he entered the crusades he was some sort of mercenary or questing wayfarer, although his friendly and charming demeanor contradicts the former. Perhaps he was a vigilante, living off his many talents and striking down evil whenever he came across it.

He had the equipment of a knight. Maybe he served a king in a far off land. A king would certainly cherish such a man; it would take a terrible deed to banish a devout warrior such as Pillarus. While it is hard for me to imagine Pillarus committing such a deed, it would explain the secrecy.

He said he was following a star, but he has been in fighting in the crusades for several years now. Has he found what he was looking for? It’s impossible to know, he seldom talks about himself. He never talks about his past.

Did I mention he is an inordinately gifted medic?

I woke up covered in bandages from head to toe. I looked up and found Pillarus smiling down at me. He was bandaged too, though his handsome face was left unscathed. I suppose that’s the advantage of wearing a helm.

“I gave you some herbs for the pain. Also here… put this on” and Pillarus tossed me the mail he had been wearing in the battle. “I was able to fix it up while I was waiting for you to come to, it’s yours now, so next time you won’t need so many bandages.” He then started gathering some supplies together.

It was a miracle. We should have been dead. Pillarus could never have won by himself. Could he?

“If you can walk, we better get moving, I’m guessing it won’t be a peaceful trip home.” Pillarus said with a pleasant grin.

He was right, it wasn’t a peaceful trip home. We were forced to take a very troublesome detour. Along the way we met several groups of bandits, thugs, minions, and every sort of beast you could imagine. Fighting together honed our skills, we became an untouchable team. We banished droves of enemies effortlessly. Our wounds healed, and while our journey was trying, I was finally able to enjoy the countryside.

With our strength, so grew our bond. Pillarus is a man of honor. I didn’t need to hear his story to understand this, his actions spoke loud enough. He became like a brother to me, and after a few weeks of traveling with him I told him of the Fury.

I told him of our triumphs and failures, of our past and of our vision of the future. I told him we consist of man and goblin alike, that we all fight for different reasons but for the same purpose. I told him I carry the Fury banner above me not because I am a servant to it, but because it symbolizes my freedom. The blue flame exemplifies our passion, the war horn our calling. To all this he replied:

“Finn” Pillarus said with an uncharacteristically serious tone, “My journey has been long, I have seen many strange lands, I, just like any man, have suffered my share of hardships, but my journey is also unique. I have a special purpose in this world, one that I will have to lay down my life for. I cannot tell you more than this, but I caught a glimpse of the future just before you fell. It seems I have been called, just as you have said. I must fight with the Fury. How long and to what end is uncertain, what is certain is …” he paused and looked me in the eyes. His easygoing smile returned to him and he said, “ahh, never mind.”

We made it home safely. No one was able to identify the army we had met, and to this day Pillarus hasn’t told me how we escaped death that fateful day. I’m guessing the answer lies somewhere in his past, a topic forever shrouded in mystery…

He told me he was following a star. Until that star leads him away from the Fury, I will do my best to stay by the side of the mighty Pillarus.


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For the record:

When I originally wrote this, I thought Pillarus named himself after the star Polaris and just spelled it terribly wrong (hence the "following a star" business).

That's not the case. I talked to him about it, and he told me to just keep the story how it was.


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And I'm glad you did. Thank you Brother!
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