Aye, NutCracker is my name and there used to be a "Sir" to go along with my name, too.
My past
I used to be the royal bodyguard when not on the battlefield and well, because of my propensity to black out during battle and thus to crack the enemies' nuts with my mailed fists, the king himself took it upon him to rename me "NutCracker".
But I guess that doesn't matter anymore these days.
I'm a retired knight, did my time for my king Harlaus and his father before him and was rewarded with a nice patch of farmland to live off henceforth.
Live off it I did, got me a nice young wife...whom I found romping with the stable boy, some day last week.
The present
I must've blacked out, since I don't remember how I came by Zendar, but on account of the townsfolk here someone must've beheaded a young woman and a stable boy, shat on their remains and put the whole estate to the torch. The farm's owner, an old knight, is supposed to have gone missing. Some say, he must've perished in the flames.
So, my life is in shambles and I decided I could as well live by the rule of the sword, again.
Day 1
So, here I am, in Zendar, with 20.000 coins I 'borrowed' from some merchants in the whorehouse. Speaking of which, the whores had the nerve to try to CHARGE me for their services. ME! Can you believe that? Well, I had to cut off the madam's shrivelled and shrunken teats (if you can call them that) to make my point.
Damn people! No respect for their elders anymore!
After I left the whorehouse and while I've been sheathing my bloody sword
that pesky old Ramun (he's even older than I am) had the nerve to laugh at my moves. He called me "rusty"!
So, I just swaggered down the steps and walloped him.
All that hard work left me panting, so I took Bruno, the trainer, up on his offer to refresh my old skills a bit.
I got roughed up a few times, but in the end I pulled through, albeit with lots of nagging and aching joints.
Now, I'm enjoying a well deserved tankard of ale in the fine tavern of Zendar; let's hope for thei tavernkeeper's sake he won't try to charge me this ale!
Alas! Maybe I should go searching for that immortality everyone in here is blathering about.
Anyway, after the training the town's medicus ran an examination on my health and my skills.
Take a look at the rubbish he calls a result (and keep in mind, that this drawing of my face makes me look far older than I am!):
So, this was the first day of my new life.