I tell you my story around this campfire fellow legionaries... I come from a land west of Slagath, where people are fair and people are feared. From that place I come from a small village of a dwarf kin. Many seek for our knowledge of our rich mines but many wish to seek us and kill us for our mines. I wish not to tell back then but I may tell now. I was raised in that village, I traveled in and out of those mines, many times I would come back with jewels, usually a topaz or a opal, nothing to special... But once I found a diamond, it was bigger then the usual meal I had! A human saw me and chased me, so I stopped running and kicked him in his groin and he fell. It was funny at first but I finally realized the human found the locations to my villages mines! I had no choice so I tied him up on a horse and send him packing.
Later my life I grew wiser, I became a Ranger of the sorts and traveled my home land from the northern deserts to the southern snow. I hated it though, but it was the Kings word for me to explore any unexplored areas of his land. Soon after I fled to Slagath, but during that flee and on the voyage here the ship captain sent me to the seas to die and rot, he made me walk the plank because he claims I killed a crew mate but it wasn't me! I assured him with my tongue that it was that blasted Samuels... It was to late, I was sent off the plank and I hugged a barrel as I floated away. Good as my luck I found my self on a island, I survived for a few days... Weeks... Maybe even months, been some time so I went mad, a trading ship saw me and picked me up. There was this one lady who cared for me, but I ignored her. She grew sad but when I went sane, I fell for her. It was a sad time when I departed with her because well... She was a sailor and I am a land lover!
I found my self in Slagath, wandering these lands for several months... Working mercenary jobs here and there. Running low on arrows and having a bad quiver. You know, it was a disgrace to have a low amount of arrows in your quiver as a Ranger from the West? A giant shame one would take if you were a Ranger. Difficult to come by feathers and flint, I had to stop using my bow unless needed and used an axe instead. I decided to settle, a great settle indeed. I started a wood works where I settled, a great place indeed. Made some Parons here and there by sending furniture to Hillgate as a trade.
I then found a small note saying that I was hired for a job to clear a cave filled with goblins. I found this lad, he looked stronger then me... He helped me fight off the lads inside. Those goblins sure do know there magic, they shot me there, they shot me here. They poisoned me there, they set me a blaze there. It was something you wish not to experience if your rustic in your skills ya know? We found there famed chieftain Bone-Breaker. That bastard broke my damn left arm for a while, but it recovered. Me and my friend fought him off, it took us some time till we took him down. Pretty sure I took the last hit and took his axe! Eheheheheheh, *Holds up the diamond axe in glory and pride*. I thanked my ally and we looted the place. Hmm... Now that I think of it, that lad is our damn Praetor! And now I land my place as Legionnaire like the rest of you, glad to be one. Great to decent pay.... Can't you all agree?
Mon Jun 22, 2015 6:49 pm by skylordconner
