Post by iluvhummies on Jun 9, 2010 9:56:25 GMT -5
'It has almost been a year now...',spoke Valrik to himself,while approaching the Cormyrian border.
One could easily recognise his origin-being one of the proud warriors of the Uthgar.He reaches nearly 2 meters in height,and his chest is almost half as broad.His beard is untidy,so are his hair-both blonde to white in colour.His eyes are deep brown,with playful tints of gold.
His armor,consists most of the time of white wolf furs-a tradition among his tribe.However,unlike many other 'barbarian',he has seen through trade with bigger cities the value of iron in trade and combat,though he wears it as little as possible.
Valrik is not an illiterate brute.He learned to write and read properly by his tribe's shaman,and that is why he holds all sort of clerics in very high esteem.
On his back lies always a fastened greatsword,and a large shield.He can also be seen carrying a heavy pick on his waist.
The firstsword Purple Dragon welcomes him into Cormyr,yet while Valrik enters the nearby outpost for registration,he looks back in the horizon,watching the setting sun,and expecting to see large,dark silhouettes running in his wake.
No,not even the Purple Dragons could deal with them.They are the tribe of the Gray Wolf,one that is blessed or better cursed with lycanthropy.And they are after him.
No longer than a year ago,Valrik decided to escape.He was tired and sometimes disgusted of the bloodlust his ancestors had bestowed upon his family and friends.His son and wife had begun losing their sanity and turning ever more into mindless savages beasts.
His god,Uthgar,had spoken to him in a dream.He came as a great gray wolf and ordered him to flee-flee and never look back.Never turn back at any cost.
He fled in the same night,and cried until dawn.
He left them there,behind him.
Since then,not a single day had passed without him looking behind his back,waiting for the inevitable claw tearing through his flesh.
He fled to Luskan,yet there was no salvation there.
Now,he turns into Cormyr.His ancestral curse almost diminished-his savage nature shown only in combat.
One could easily recognise his origin-being one of the proud warriors of the Uthgar.He reaches nearly 2 meters in height,and his chest is almost half as broad.His beard is untidy,so are his hair-both blonde to white in colour.His eyes are deep brown,with playful tints of gold.
His armor,consists most of the time of white wolf furs-a tradition among his tribe.However,unlike many other 'barbarian',he has seen through trade with bigger cities the value of iron in trade and combat,though he wears it as little as possible.
Valrik is not an illiterate brute.He learned to write and read properly by his tribe's shaman,and that is why he holds all sort of clerics in very high esteem.
On his back lies always a fastened greatsword,and a large shield.He can also be seen carrying a heavy pick on his waist.
The firstsword Purple Dragon welcomes him into Cormyr,yet while Valrik enters the nearby outpost for registration,he looks back in the horizon,watching the setting sun,and expecting to see large,dark silhouettes running in his wake.
No,not even the Purple Dragons could deal with them.They are the tribe of the Gray Wolf,one that is blessed or better cursed with lycanthropy.And they are after him.
No longer than a year ago,Valrik decided to escape.He was tired and sometimes disgusted of the bloodlust his ancestors had bestowed upon his family and friends.His son and wife had begun losing their sanity and turning ever more into mindless savages beasts.
His god,Uthgar,had spoken to him in a dream.He came as a great gray wolf and ordered him to flee-flee and never look back.Never turn back at any cost.
He fled in the same night,and cried until dawn.
He left them there,behind him.
Since then,not a single day had passed without him looking behind his back,waiting for the inevitable claw tearing through his flesh.
He fled to Luskan,yet there was no salvation there.
Now,he turns into Cormyr.His ancestral curse almost diminished-his savage nature shown only in combat.