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The rise of the Serpent (ch. 3)
« Reply #15 on: February 02, 2009, 04:35:25 PM »
In previous two chapter I presented history of The Serpent Cult and it's rituals. It this chapter I'll present how the Cult is organised.


For the first two decades Laorea was firmly at the head of the Cult with several Serpent high priests and high priestess acting as her ministers and advisors under her direct control. Through them orders were given to individual groups of worshipers under the control of local priest-ess.

After the fall of the Empire though, this centralized system became inadequate due to the sheer size of the new Serpent state.
In order to speed up the spread of this new religion a new system was devised. Here in our library we have a copy of the official decret issued at the time. This is part that explains these changes:

...each group of followers is to be guided by a trained priest or a priestess with the aid of a Guardian who protects the sacred statue of the Goddess. Only the best of the soldier followers are to be allowed to become Guardians.

Each region is under the authority of a high priest or high priestess aided with at least 3 priests or priestesses with their Guardians and a Guardian commander in charge of regions Guardians as well as the army...


Though these changes allowed induvidual regions a lot more freedom and power for the local clergy, the Serpent throne (built over the ruins of the old Bacussian capitol Baccus) continued to hold it's power and respect over them. Before her death Laorea decreed that her place must be filled by a high priest or priestess chosen by the spirit of the snake goddess (details on what that means remain unknown).

One of the problems with getting information about the cult is the fact that every member that leaves the cult is marked to be killed as a sacrifice (for the crime of betraying the Cult).


Unfortunately this chapter is still a subject of my unfinished research and is incomplete. I may come back to it when I make some progress, but for now this is it.





                                              ''Gaius the librarian of the Janus military academy''

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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #16 on: February 03, 2009, 02:07:54 AM »
You folks are really talented.. and I enjoyed all of your works.. good job! :)

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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #17 on: February 18, 2009, 08:10:58 PM »
Disappearance of Arbogast: 254 - 302
 
Arbogast of Walven, youngest of six children borne of a carpenter and a crofter's daughter was a moderate Lucanian, a faith branded with heresy by other faiths. Arbogast was actively against the practises of his faith at the time. Lucanions roamed the countryside, taxing the peasantry and occasionally indulging in human sacrifices. Escalations of such sacrifices often resulted in entire hamlets razed and exterminated. Arbogast was a great advocate of tolereant conversion, whereby Lucanian followers and particularly priests should conduct community exercises such as education and health care to show the people that the faith did not intend to tax them mercilessly without giving anything back. Human sacrifices, an important ceremonial occasion for Lucanians, Arbogast suggested, should be restricted to an instrument of justice. His views were generally well received by the lower rung followers of Lucanians, but the priests and high priests did the feel the need to relinquish such a great source of income (loot was pooled and shared out by order of precedence) but was willing to let Arbogast live until he gained (and if he gained) too much influence in the faith, and issued a quiet warning to Arbogast.
Non too pleased to be forcibly silenced, but not brave enough to martyr himself, Arbogast obliged to the High Priest's warnings. It was not until his home town of Walven was pillaged that Arbogast resumed his teachings. He also published his memoir, which contained his moderate views, unfortunately, most of the text was lost due to cultural purges conducted by the Lucanians. The high orders of Lucania decided Arbogast had made his arguments too loudly but was still unwilling to kill him, since he still had support from their followers. A sterner warning was made this time, when Arbogast found his wife and children hung in front of his door, entrails draped on his walls. Arbogast disappears from records for two years after this, and remerges to publish the second part of his memoirs, documenting the murder of his family. The high order could tolerate his 'blasphemy' no more but their kill order was discovered and word reached Arbogast who fled to the court of Ethos. The lord however, attempted to user Arbogast's influence amongst the Lucanians to discredit the faith. Arbogast refused to betray his beliefs and for a time continued to preach his concept of tolerant conversion. In 302, an agent of the high Lucanian priest found his way to the court of Ethos and killed Arbogast by pouring hot wax down his throat. The agent was captured and quartered after a prolonged show trial. Arbogast was buried alongside his murderer, a move contested both by the Lucanion high priest and Arbogast's followers, but for different reasons.


just a thought, who knows, in a world like pendor, this could have happened, just look at 4th century europe

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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #18 on: February 19, 2009, 08:10:28 AM »
Good story tommylaw. I guess this religion is one influenced by the Serpent cult (which is probably the strongest religion currently in the world of Pendor). I think this could be introduced in the mod (perhaps a few more feifs should be added for this faction to be better exploited or they could be like heretic armies buit different.

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« Reply #19 on: February 19, 2009, 09:01:31 AM »
i think the cult should have a small number of crack troops, and masses (200-300) almost peasant troops, perhaps those who left there homes in times of plague or bad harvests

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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #20 on: February 19, 2009, 05:19:47 PM »
A good idea. It would help to distinguish them from The Serpent cult. The peasant-like troops should have a separate troop tree or be a mix of low Pendor troops. This would give greater access to Pendor troops if they won't be available for hire in village (in V2.0).

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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #21 on: February 20, 2009, 11:53:15 AM »
i agree, the current strength of heretics and particularly the serpent cult is too high

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« Reply #22 on: February 22, 2009, 06:35:49 PM »
Hendrik the Cruel



During the Great Summer in 327 a small babychild was born to one of his most seasoned soldiers of the old Lord of Rane. The little one was  named Hendrik – after his father. The summer of 327 was one of the most pleasing ones any of the old ones could remember. The harvest riped most promising in the fields, game, deer and cattle prospered and provided plenty of livestock for the smallfolk.

Yet the only thing the inhabitants of the area of Rane in Ravenstern remember nowadays of that summer was the terrible defeat taking place at the shores of the Pendorian Middle Sea. An army of Renegade Knights had been sailing across the sea trying to reinstate the old fiefdom of their outcast order. The invaders came fast and hard – and took the garrison of Rane and it surrounding strongholds by surprise. The old Lord of Rane – a seasoned warrior and capable leader back in his days – rallied his troops and gave those fearsome intruders battle on the shores.

The ensuing battle took  the lives of  many fathers, brothers, husbands and sons – on both sides. It  was  fought most brutal and merciless since the intruders had nowhere to turn, having the sea in their backs and thus fought with the  desperate strength of those who can´t flee. Their unholy Gods of War favoured them and it seemed victory was close when half the Ravenstern foot was routed – when the current King Gregory IV ´s father arrived on the field of battle and reinforced the last desperate defenders. His heavy cavalry charged immediately upon arrival led by the glorious Knights of the Order of the Dragon and drove the vast majority of the Renegade Knights back into the sea and put the remaining rest to the sword until nightfall ended the massacre.

A few of them, however, were able to escape into the night and swore venegeance upon the Realm of Ravenstern.

Among the casualities was Hendrik´s father as well as half the male population of that area and the Lord of Rane. The locals of that area still claim the beach where the Great Summer Battle took place haunted by the mutilized victims of war, the drowned whispering and mourning of the foreign countries they came from and the cries and curses  of the dying.

Many a valorous deed of arms and virtue had been performed on that beach – one of them beeing the rescue of the Heir of Rane by one of his household Squires who sacrificed himself to enable his future Liege Lords safe escape.

For that honorable act of devotion the widow and mother of Hendrik was given work at the Castle in Rane and her little son taken as page as soon as he came of age. Since Hendrik was a quick thinker and showed prowess in the feats of arms, he was soon the favoured squire of the Lord of Rane. This created jealousy at the court and finally lead to open murder. One of the hosted Fierdsvain Squire´s stabbed Hendriks mother.

Outraged by his loss and grieving for his mother Hendrik sought vengeance – and left Rane one stormy night to take it. It should become the first Fierdsvain blood he drew with his weapon when he killed the murderer of his mother. Unfortunately, someone recognized Hendrik and witnessed his deed, thus Hendrik had to flee.

It might have been a desperate situation for an outcast had the old glory of the Pendorian Empire still existed, but in a war torn and plagued Land that Pendor was nowadays it opened a whole lot of new opportunities for Hired Swords. Hendrik came across such a company of sellswords and was allowed to particpate since he was obviously prone to weapons. The company was shortly afterwards utterly defeated and Hendrik was lucky enough to escape with what little gear he had left and his life. He realized that he´d never ever follow any leader or take orders by anyone like the stupid brute who led his late mercenary company and decided to start one himself.

The starting was slow and perilious and filled with dangers. Helping peasants hunting down deserters and thieves he quickly realised that he was a capable commander. His fellows did the same and the more experienced they became, the more wealthy and famous became their leader – Hendrik. Wherever he showed up the adventurous young men would willingly be suscribed to his banner.

Hendrik became the Bane of Deserters, Vanskerry Raiders, Mystmountain Raiders, Renegade Knights and the Cult of the Snake pretty soon and the tales of his feats of arms and prowess in battle finally arrived at the court of Gregory IV, King of Ravenstern.

Beeing in desperate need of capable Leaders due to a huge invasion of the Mystmountain Tribes in the north and an advancing Fierdsvain invasion in the south topped by the revolt of the northern Peasants he offered Hendrik, called the Cruel for his merciless and quick punishment of foes, vasselage to the ravaged and harrassed kingdom of Ravenstern.

Hendrik agreed and became Lord of Shapeshte, the  homevillage of his dear mother. Ever since he became a Lord of Ravenstern his fame and battle prowess increased. His victory over the Mystmountain Army is as legendary as the crush of the Peasant Revolt or his recent siege and capture of Valonberry. He crushed every single Fierdsvain army and put it to the sword. The King of that folk has been held prisoner by Hendrik the Cruel twice so far and had to pay vast fortunes for his release from captivity. He is feared and known all over the Land of Pendor. His name is whispered in awe and fear strikes his enemies if they see his Banner of the White Beast on the Green Fields of Shapeshte. The great Kingdom of Sarleon – who thought they could take advantage of the Fierdsvain crushing Ravenstern – soon realized it would lead to their complete downfall if they continued battling the most fearsome Commander in Pendor, sued for peace and put their greedy eyes  on the remains of the old Empire.

Hendrik the Cruel lately found some old books in the Castle of Ansen Lodge which he took by force before the fall of Valonberry mentioning the old Knight Orders. He decided to reinstate those old orders of the Gryphon and Falcon and use their unmatched power on the fields of battle for the just cause of Ravenstern. Therefore he instated his seat in Anson Lodge and started to gather up the most promising knights from all over Pendor to train them in the art of ultimate Knighthood. The training is long and intense, and many an aspirant perishes before he achieves accolade into one of the two ancient orders.

Due to his achievings and saving of the Kingdom of Ravenstern Hendrik the Cruel was lately awarded hereditary Baron of Quay and this investiture caused a great ramble amonst the nobles in the realm who fear for their rights. But on a continent driven by war everything is possible and just lately rumors of a gigantic Army of Snake Cult Followers invading Pendor at their eastern shore to start an unholy crusade against the remnants of the old Empire converting them to their evil belief arrived in the various Kingdoms. An urgent need for the best warriors, knights and generals of Pendor may arrive to ward off that threat and the first messengers already arrived at Ansen Lodge...

A continent, full of possibilities for a sharp and quick sword and a charismatic Leader.

Pendor, the year is 354.
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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #23 on: February 23, 2009, 06:05:35 AM »
Nice work Noosers!! Loved it! :)

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« Reply #24 on: February 27, 2009, 01:38:47 AM »
I just started the mod yesterday and after reading the introduction, and how my first fifteen minutes ingame wound up... I was inspired to share the tale that is based on true facts! Even the easily conjured up events did indeed occur. The only liberty I took was just in how I reached those events and lucky moments... anyways... here it is.

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An aging third generation merchant flipped open the flap to his tent. It caused a rush of cold northern air to flood into the small dwelling and swirl around its resident. The man shivered from the sensation and scratched at the ever growing black beard, now streaked with slivers of grays. He didn’t care for the cold much, but since his purse had begun to shrink at the lack of profitable trading, the merchant was more or less forced to stay in the north.

The merchant then stepped out of his tent to dig around in the dying campfire, hoping to find a few warm embers with little luck. A heavy sigh was interrupted by the neighing of a nearby horse that caused the man’s head to rise up. The black saddle horse shook its mane and looked squarely back, eager to enjoy its pending meal. Eager to oblige, the merchant wandered over to the equally aged horse, putting the feed bag in place. He then repeated the process for his pack horse. They were the only two companions the man had left.

It had been three weeks since Durak Denos had enough coin to afford a proper escort. These days, he just wasn’t able to pay market value at some of the cities and pay a decent wage for protection. His last guard had actually left in the middle of the night, taking most of the rations that Durak had left in lieu of coin. It made for a sobering experience and now Durak traveled alone.

With his camp broken down, Durak consulted his map once more and rode in the direction of Ravenstern. The city was barely visible in the distance when a loud whistle crossed his ear. Turning in his saddle, Durak saw a group of six, led by two Red Brotherhood members, riding full gallop towards him. Another whistle caused Durak to wince as it grazed his leg. He needed no more convincing to flee.

Durak hurried to get away from his ambushers, but they were right on his heels and fired repeated crossbow bolts at him. Reaching for his own crossbow, Durak stretched his arm behind him and pulled the trigger, only to watch his missile to arc high and away. Despite his attempt at a show of force, the bandits kept on. The chased lasted mere moments before a blinding pain paralyzed Durak, causing him to black out, and later become a prisoner to the Red Brotherhood scum.

For what felt like eternity, Durak was held by the bandits as they raided other poor souls on the open road. The only delight Durak was able to enjoy in captivity was seeing only five of them return to their camp one day. Apparently, one of the outlaws got separated from the others and killed. Sadly, it meant whoever had done the killing sealed the fate of the others that day. There would be no prisoners; no slaves to sell from that robbery.

Another day came, and another attempt at highway robbery. Whilst the bandits were gone, Durak managed to free himself and escaped with what remained of his belongings, including his horses. A couple days later, Durak finally arrived at Ravenstern.

Seeking to erase the memories of his last couple days, the merchant sought refuge in a local tavern. There, he met Engrid and she shared with him a similar story of running into the Red Brotherhood and how she would gladly travel with him, though she needed fifteen hundred denars to pay off some debts to a family that housed her since her troubles. Fifteen hundred was something Durak did not have and sadly he had to bid her goodbye, but not before promising to return once he did. Afterall, he needed a true friend; a companion; a bodyguard.

From the surrounding local villages, Durak recruited nine of the locals to seek revenge upon the very brotherhood band that had taken him captive. Of course, he knew he could also line his coin purse in the process. It did not take long to find them. They were on the trail of ten villagers and had just caught up with them right when Durak arrived. The lifelong merchant, with little fighting skill to his name, rode to the villager's rescue. The brotherhood gang had been short another member due to another such highway robbery, and once Durak and his men entered the fray, the fifth of their number was wounded and nowhere to be found. This left four that the twenty one, between Durak's band and the villagers, had to face.

The fighting was intense and seemingly one sided at first, since while Durak and his band had numbers, the brotherhood were better equipped, mounted and skilled. For Durak the fighting lasted forever as he chased one brotherhood, exchanging crossbow bolts with him and their mounts being the only victims. The chase ended with the brotherhood member being encircled by six villagers and Ravenstern recruits. They pulled him off his mount and proceeded to beat him unconscious with thick cudgels.

As Durak looked around, two of the red bandits, as he now called them, were left and he kicked his horse into full gallop to chase one. The red bandit was skilled with his crossbow. He circled the flat-footed fellows following him and picked off two. Durak could do nothing to stop him as he wildly shot bolts to bring the bandit down with no luck. The red bandit then noticed the old merchant in chase and began to weave to fire bolts in response, forcing Durak to steer further away. The last time he met the group, it was a crossbow that had taken him down in two shots, and he was eager to leave that as the only such occasion. Durak, however, would not quit. Once he steered away and notched another bolt, he pointed his mount back in the direction of the bandit. There was no style to his aiming. There was no trained eye or experience in wielding such a weapon. Durak simply pointed and loosed the bolt. Amazingly, to the cheer of his remaining comrades and the grateful villagers, the bolt struck deep into the side of the bandit's head, painting the soil the very color of the bandit's brotherhood as he fell hard against the earth.

The rush of adrenaline was intense. All around Durak they cheered for him. The other bandit had been slain just moments before and the victory was theirs to enjoy. If there was one thing Durak was taught growing up, it was that all things came at a price, and life was no exception. Two of his own recruits had been delivered to the afterlife, while two more suffered injuries. The rescued villagers would later mourn the passing of a beloved sister and her husband. The two had been found together. Another farmer was also killed with a fourth villager suffering minor injuries. All of this was the price to kill one of the red brotherhood and one of his outlaws... the two that survived the fight, one being the surviving red brotherhood thief, would now spend their time in captivity to the very man they held captive just days before. The wounded bandit left at their camp would be taken back to the people's village to pay for his group's crimes there. There would be no more chances at life for that bandit.

Durak took the red brotherhood member, and the other hired thug, back to Ravenstern where he had met someone else at the tavern during his last visit. A man named Harris said he worked for the local red brotherhood and bought prisoners to ‘sell’ into other walks of life. Wasting no time, Durak took a sort of perverted pleasure in selling the poor wretch he captured to his own kind, making him have to live a life as a slave to others. It was a sort of just desserts for Durak. The tables had been turned, or in the old merchant's vernacular, he had just tipped the scales.

With the extra coin he received from pawning off the spoils of the fight, as well as the two bandits, Durak was able to pay off Engrid’s debt. From that day on, the two would hunt down the local Red Brotherhood members, bringing the end to a reign of crime that knew no limits. This would not be the end of Durak’s story, for it was just the beginning of how a forgotten merchant, in his twilight years, would forever alter the destiny of a land that believed only the harsh winds of Cloudmist Mountains could direct where a feather would fall. 

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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #25 on: February 27, 2009, 01:58:16 AM »
Really nice story!

I do not know how many times I have experienced exactly this same thing... you did a great job taking that game experience and placing it into context with your writing skills.   Well done!!

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« Reply #26 on: March 02, 2009, 06:58:31 AM »
May 354

The twilight was fast approaching the fields north of Evasolde Castle. Shadows were slowly stretching across the land like fingers grasping to control it. A breeze would then come down from the far off mountains, giving life to the phantom fingers, sending chills through the living. The dead, however, would find death riding upon the wind to carry them into the afterlife.

“I found him!” cried out an eager man’s voice. Other voices could then be heard coming closer. “Hey Durak, we thought we might have actually lost you this time,” the young man said, reaching down to help up the older merchant. With a loud groan, Durak was able to stand once more with the help of his comrade.

“Thank you, Ansen,” replied Durak Denos with a hoarse voice and one hand clutching his ribs.

“Here, let me take a look at that.”

Durak winced in pain as Ansen pulled his hand away and began inspecting his injuries. He then directed Durak to sit upon a nearby rock before he continued. Then, four others joined them just as Ansen was helping Durak to remove his mail. “Aww, now that doesn’t look so bad. Any excuse to take a nap, eh?” jested Engrid who was with the new arrivals. She stuck her sword into the ground before standing beside the pair.

A smile started to cross Durak’s lips until he started to chuckle, only to be interrupted with a low growl and scowl in Ansen’s direction. “Gah, what are you trying to do, open it up even more so you can be sure it is indeed a wound?” the old merchant hissed.

“Not at all, sir. In fact, I’m merely seeing how much of a little girl you are by finding out how much this scratch makes you cry!” Ansen then laughed aloud.

“No, Ansen,” Engrid chimed in with a smile, “little girls are even tougher than that. Only Durak cries louder than infants.” The two then shared more laughter at their captain’s expense.

“Both of you are very funny. Now I know why I’m always the one doing the leg work. I’ve employed court jesters instead of warriors!” For a moment there was silence, but then they all shared a healthy laugh as the evening conquered the day.

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A few hours later, the Denos Guard had erected camp a short distance away from the battle that just occurred. In the center of the encampment was Durak’s own tent. Inside he sat on a small stool, his abdomen tightly wrapped in bandages, next to a table that had documents of all sorts laid out upon it. He blankly stared at the papers and maps as his mind began to wander.

It had been two months since the events with the Red Brotherhood, and in that time his name had spread throughout the kingdom of Ravenstern. After enlisting Engrid’s aid, Durak assembled a rabble to his side. Their first big victory happened within the village of Sheastrom. The village was being ransacked by bandits when Durak and his company were venturing through, seeking to rally more to their cause of bringing the Red Brotherhood to justice. Instinctively, Durak and Engrid both rode to the village’s aid and repelled the would-be bandits.

From that moment on, the locals began to speak of Durak Denos and his guardians. His name would later become well known among the Red Brotherhood when the ranks of his company swelled in both quantity and quality. After a couple short weeks, Durak’s band would be called the Denos Guard, protectors of the innocents, and the Red Brotherhood went into hiding.

This was what Durak and Engrid, his lieutenant, had sought to achieve. Once it had been, however, the Denos Guard became bored and idle. Denars that once flowed steadily through the capture of criminals and the selling of their weapons had stopped. Slowly, the Denos Guard was running out of funds to keep up its ranks. A solution had to be found if they were to remain.

Stories of renegade knights and mercenaries that plundered caravans, terrorized villagers and even skirmished with the kingdom of Ravenstern would be looked to as a means of keeping the Denos Guard in service. More than thirty-five brave warriors would cross the river from Saffrongate in the early days of April, seeking fame, glory and riches, but after merely a week the Denos Guard had been scattered and on the run. Skirmish after skirmish showed the true power of knights, as the lesser equipped and trained Guard was beaten repeatedly.

Brave stories of the Guard would never be known as many that were left behind to save the others, would never return. Durak would flee to Rane in shame. With him, less than ten of his Guard remained. Morale was low, their pockets empty and a seemingly unbeatable enemy now hounded them at every turn. It seemed as if the Denos Guard would fade into memory, then into history, before finally being forgotten altogether.

In this hour of need, Durak had one last chance. He sought an audience with one of the lords of Ravenstern. The lord’s name was Aldemar. Durak expressed his situation and pleaded for assistance. Lord Aldemar, having heard of the exploits of the Denos Guard, had one option available for them. Durak had no choice but to accept if he was to keep alive the Guard.

It was then in April of 354, Durak Denos and his Guard became mercenaries in the employ of Ravenstern. Lord Aldemar was able to pay Durak some initial funds as part of signing a three month contract to work for Ravenstern. This would be where the Guard would be reborn into something that neither Durak, nor Engrid could ever imagine.

They met a young man by the name of Ansen shortly afterwards who wished to join their ranks. Durak took an immediate liking to the boy. Together, the three reformed the ranks of the Denos Guard, and with the help of the kingdom of Ravenstern, organized into a well trained force that would eventually push the renegades into hiding by the end of April, much like they had done to the Red Brotherhood a month before.

It was now May, and it would see the biggest turning point for Durak as Lord Aldemar sent a courier requesting his Guard in participation of a military campaign in the defense of Evasolde Castle against the marauding forces of Sarleon. The days of chasing bandits and renegades were now behind them. Fierce battles on an unimaginable scale lay in wait for the Denos Guard. Their first taste of it was bittersweet just hours ago. While they won, they lost more in that single engagement than they ever had before. This signaled the many trials that they would now face. This was the beginning of a new chapter for the Denos Guard, and one page closer to a long forgotten prophesy.

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« Reply #27 on: March 19, 2009, 11:13:19 PM »
They called him the Fish Knight. No-one knew exactly why. Maybe it was the fish on his heraldry, maybe it was the tactic that he used, or maybe it was because he had come from overseas. Truly, it did not matter.

The Fish Knight never allied himself with anyone, remaining totally alone. Preying on members of the Serpent Cult and common brigands, he rarely involved himself in the affairs of the lords and kings of the lands. It was said that he violently killed any man who tried to follow him, and that he never slept, or ate, or removed his armour. It was said that he was invincible, and that his flesh and bone could heal instantaneously.

However, this was not true. The Fish Knight had become larger than life, almost legendary. In reality, he was nothing more than a man called Michael. A man who had come from an impoverished birth, and who had seen his friends and family killed by members of the Serpent Cult whilst moving to found a new village. In a flash of pole arms and swords, his world came crashing down upon him, and he wanted but one thing: Vengeance.

Michael continued walking many days after than fateful massacre, carrying with him the weapons of his father. He walked and walked, until finally he reached the city of Windholm. There, he was taken in by one of the Jarls. Over the years, he learnt of the many ways of killing a man, and found that he enjoyed the thrill of the battle.

Michael eventually matured, and became a part of the forces that were sent raiding. However, on his first raid, he was cut down by a soldier riding a horse, along with many of his comrades. Having not encountered these strange forces for many years, he was caught off guard, and was captured.

When he managed to escape from his captors, he stole one of their horses. Knowing that he could not survive solely on the tactics that he had been taught as a boy, he started to train on his horse, practicing his riding for hours on end, until he was able to ride even the most unruly of horses without being thrown.

Michael started off as a small time mercenary, acting as a guard for villages, defeating bandits, and doing similar activities until he had saved enough money to buy himself a crude set of Dark Armor. The man who would later become the Fish Knight then, for the first time since his childhood, faced the Serpent Cult.

The story of what happened in that battle has long since become obscured by folk-tale, but he came out of it horribly scarred, and never showed his face again, always wearing a helm to cover his now horrific visage.

(I know this is really bad, but I didn't put that much thought into it before I wrote it. Hell, the only thing I thought of in advance was the first line)
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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #28 on: March 19, 2009, 11:22:23 PM »
It's quite good actually. It's a type of story you would hear from an old man in a village or tavern. It might make a good ester egg or a clue for finding a strong new hero.

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Re: Pendorian Stories
« Reply #29 on: March 20, 2009, 12:46:46 AM »
Nicely done... :)  The fish Knight.  Great concept.

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