3. Arto Jard

Arto Jard

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    Well, I never wrote a history for a character hope it comes out ok. 😄
    Oh I just hit 3rd lvl so I am past the mark for getting XP but wanted to put this up anyways. Hope thats ok.

    Arto Jard
    Arto

    Griffin Jard sat at the side of his only son’s bed and wept like a baby. His wife, Lynn had just past and he feared the thought of raising his son, Arto, by himself. Could he raise the lad himself?
    Arto did not shed a tear at the lost of his mother. Some thought the boy did not understand what had happen while others thought the boy must not have a heart. How could a young boy of seven not shed a tear? Griffin had found this to be quite surprising himself that his son unlike himself did not cry once. That he could be so cold as to not shed a tear for the mother that was there for him always. What kind of child is not bothered by the lost of a mother not to mention at such a young age.
    The lost did take a toll on the boy some would say. Arto never did learn to speak right nor did he ever learn to read or write. Would this be different if his mother would have been around? His father being a warrior and believing those things were second hand and his mother being a bright lady and always helping those to read and write would believe things would have been different. The lost of his mother left a rage in him that no one could see.
    Griffin did his best to raise the child to respect others and to always be helpful to those who need it. Griffin being the adventurous type in years long past had settled down once he had met Lynn. He tried to settle in one place but this never seemed to work out well always keeping food on the table but never making it enough to purchase is own land they seemed to move from one town to the next as the wind blew.
    Having moved from town to town Arto grew up without friends, always trying to make a new friend but moving on before a true friendship could be built. Arto worked the fields with his father and grew like a tree. The other kids never gave Arto any trouble for he most always stood a head taller than most of the kids his own age.
    Arto’s father succeeded at raising his son in the way of a warrior. He started teaching him at age ten to use a sling and darts and as the boy grew he taught him to throw an ax and then taught him to weld a great ax.
    At seventeen Arto’s father and another warrior from Norwick took him out to the south to show Arto what a battle with the goblins is like. His father told him to stay back and watch but not to get into the battle. As the three moved just outside the gates there were a small group of goblins in the distance. Griffin, told Arto to stay and watch. As the men had approached the goblins a dart flew past and landed in the closest goblins head. Before the two warriors could close on the group of goblins another dart landed on that same goblin and dropped him. They finish off the remaining goblins and headed east. As the group rounded the trees they had run into a group of soldier goblins and were over run quickly. Arto dropped two very quickly with a few well placed darts and seen his father surrounded by the little beast. He pulled his Great Ax from his back and with a scream of rage his father never heard, ran full force to the goblins. He started to drop them quickly but his father had fallen. As Arto and the other warrior dropped the last of the goblins, Arto started to laugh.
    Griffin’s last thought were what have I created? My son is no warrior, with a rage in battle as such he is a barbarian, may Tempus guide the boy.


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