The Stout and Hardy.
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Login:MC_93
Character Name: Ragrith GranvilThe Stout and Hardy
The tale of Ragrith GranvilRagrith's tale begins in a small town tucked away in the edge of The Evermoors. The town of Nesme.
Ragrith was abanded at the gates of Nesme by his mother and father when he was but a child.
Ragrith was found and cared for by a stout and hardy dwarf by the name of Oskar Granvil, Captain of the Nesme Guard and master smith. From the day Oskar found young Ragrith he vowed to take care of him as if he was his own son till the day he died.
He grew up along side the men and women of the Nesme Guard and was constently learning the ways of battle. Either by the Guardsmen or his father.
Nesme herself was always under attack by evil trolls or small bands of the orc scum from The Crags. These attacks put Ragrith in battle long before anyone should have to wittness its harsh and unforgiving ways.
However this did have its advantages. Ragrith grew stronger, faster, and wiser than many of the others his age.
By the age of 45 Ragrith had climbed the ranks of the Guard quicker than any before him. Earning the title of battle master.
On one unnaturally silent day Ragrith's father sent him and his men out on a scouting mission after hearing rumors of a troll advance on the town.
"Ragrith, lad, we be hearin' rumors of them trolls advancin' on us. I'm sendin' ye and your lads out te see what be goin' on. Ye best be safe. I have me a bad feelin'."
"Aye, we be headin' out at first light. We wont disappoint ye!"
So Ragrith and his men left Nesme.
After hiking two days Northwest, towards Lurkwood, they saw the smoke. Nesme had been attacked. Thick, black smoke, billowed into the sky.
It had been a diversion to get them to go the wrong way.
"Shit! We missed the bastards!", yelled a guard.
"Alright lads, we head back as fast a we can! Ye keep your guards up in case they ambush us!"
They returned a day and a half later, very exhuasted and weary. The trolls had left, however Nesme was in shambles. Fires still burned and bodies still covered the ground.
Ragrith's men ran to check on their loved ones. Leaving him to look on in horror at the dead.
He checked each body, looking for his mentor. Suddenly the world seemed to stop around him as he walked up to his fathers body. Yelling in rage at the gods he took his fathers heavy amulet of moradin and turned his back on the town of Nesme.
Vowing to find the tribe of trolls that killed his father he traveled from city to city from town to town looking for any sign of the tribe. All the clues pointed in one direction.
The realm of Narfell.
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reviewed, xp pending
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Edited the post to put the login and character name in. Sorry about that.
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I have your characters name, but i´de need your server Login as well, please
