3. Laoril Elgrim

Laoril Elgrim


  • Character Name: Laoril Elgrim
    Forum Nick: Bless

    My name is Laoril Elgrim, and I'm the youngest of three brothers: Gunnar the eldest and Zanor the middle one.
    We were born and always lived with our family in the Sword Coast, just outside Mirabar, and our parents used to run an average barn for a living. None of our family had ever been an adventurer, but Torm allowed our life to be pretty good with us and we had no problems.

    There were rumors of and evil mage without name who was spreading his black influence throughout the land, but nothing had actually come our way except mere rumors.

    Until that day when our lives changed forever.

    We were working on the fields with our father just like everyday when we heard the noise of an orc army coming our way through the nearby woods. The Elgrim family never saw violence before, but we were strong-hearted and didn't know the word "fear", so we all took what we had ready and prepared to defend ourselves. Gunnar took his hand-built shortbow, our father took his sickle, me and Zanor took our short swords while our mother was running towards the house screaming for help.

    Fortunately they were not many and maybe our courage was unexpected from regular fellow farmers as we were so we managed in the end to kill some orcs and force to run away the other. Except one.

    It was maybe their leader, it surely was the biggest of them all, a huge orc who had been hidden ad our sight and had sneaked past us to reach for our mother before she could find a safe place! Zanor was the one who noticed him and ran with his sword in his hand towards the evil orc that was threatening our mother, trying to kidnapp her! I had never seen Zanor looking so angry and desperate, the orc as well must have noticed it and, taken by surprise, he was forced to defend himself so he slain our mother in front of our very eyes!
    I was stuck, Gunnar shouted, my father felt faint and fell on the floor in tears… Zanor was mad, he was screaming like hell on earth and jumped on the mighty orc with his sword... but we all were too young, he was only 10 years old and the orc easily stopped him and took his sword from his hands. Suddenly he ran away taking away my brother with him.
    Then he disappeared.

    The orc army was sent by the nameless mage who wanted to take prisoners and slaves to use for his evil purposes!
    We couldn't find anyone to try to rescue our brother and after a couple of month we were sadly sure he was dead... Who could use a 10 years old young child for hard work?

    It was only 8 years later that we found out what was of Zanor's destiny.

    I was 16 and I was attending the academy to become a paladin of Torm but I was still living with my father and my brother Gunnard during the breaks from the lessons. That summer the city of Mirabar was under siege bye an evil army and they called for reinforcements, so me and my brother Gunnar joined the city defenders.

    That day we saw Zanor again, though completely unexpected.

    There were rumors of a black knight leading the army, as me and my brother Gunnar, who had become a ranger, were well trained and were not part of the regular city forces, we were sent to the enemy camp to investigate on their forces. We headed straight to che leader's tent and we saw him talking to his lieutenants, when he removed his helmet we hardly recognized him... it was tremendous but surely plain to see: he was Zanor! But with a different light in his eye... a light we had never seen before in our good brother... it was scary...
    Though we were hiding we couldn't stop our scream: "Zanor!"
    My heart broke when he said: "THE ENEMY'S WITHIN! Kill the infiltrates!"
    That day Zanor was kidnapped something even fouler had happened: not only we had lost our brother, but he was turned to evil by the nameless mage, he had become a servant of the darkness, a Black Guard!
    Gunnar and I had to run away from that camp, we were running with tears in our eyes, I was crying out my desperation, hoping that Torm himself could hear me…

    So now here I am, writing these memories... I just left home another time, no more to attend the Torm academy, now I'm a paladin, I finished my training, but I have to run away. Not really excaping from my past, but actually I going towards it. I'm leaving today for the decadent cold regions of Narfell, to spread the word of Torm and to improve myself as a fighter and a leader, while Gunnard stayed on the Sword Coast, sometimes he offers his help to the cities around, Neverwinter, Waterdeep, Mirabar... He's a very good ranger now, and the foul creatures living in the forests all fear his name. Instead me, I have very much to learn still, if I am to face Zanor again and not to escape like I had to do 2 years ago.

    I swear it on my mother's soul, I swear it on Gunnar and my father, I swear it on Torm imself, with all my Loyal Fury: I will find a way to free my brother Zanor from the evil spell he's under! We will have our brother back! And the nameless mage shall perish by the sword, the sword of justice shall fall upon him!

    A paladin's job never ends, mine is just started.

    Laoril Elgrim, holy warrior of the loyal fury


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