Ok so I’m going to start writing a story about Calradia. I have the subject and all that, but I need some of your guy’s character names and info on them, like this
Name: Sir William
Allegiance to: Vaegirs
Weapons: Lance, heavy bastard sword, and thick Knightly heter shield
Armor: Plate armor with Great Helm
Mount: Charger
Ok fighter good tactician
It can be you first/favorite/best character it’s up to you.
Any way the first 14 people to post their character info will be in the story, if you don’t mind of course .
So this is part one.
And thus they came…
“Open the gates! I bear a message for King Ragnar!” The drawbridge dropped with a muted thud into the muddy and rain slick earth. King Ragnar was seated in an ornately carved chair at the end of a long table. In his hand he held a half empty drinking horn. To his left stood Ugoras, his long time friend and adviser. The door into the great hall swung open slowly, and two men interred. The first man was a herald, and the second… “King Ragnar, you have a man is here to see you, he says his name is Boris. Do you kno…” “Yes yes! Boris come here come here. What news from Wercheg?”
Boris seated himself in a chair not far from the King. “Well, a great mist came ‘bout a fortnight ago, covered hundreds of miles west of Wercheg,” He pulled a flagon from beneath his cloak. “When it lifted, an army stood encamped along the shore.” Ragnar looked at him with a mixture of shock and indignation. “And what banner does this army fly?” Boris took a long gulp from his flagon. “None.” He stated bluntly. Ragnar stared into his drinking horn, lost in thought. “Ugoras, take some of your men and look to this matter. Don’t let anyone know on what errand you leave, and leave as soon as possible.” “Yes my lord.”
Ugoras pushed the door aside barking orders to his men as he entered.”Bjorn, look to the horses, Sigi gather supplies, and Rolf ready forty of the men.” Rolf gave him an inquisitive glance, “On what business do we leave?” “King Ragnar wishes me to look into a matter at Wercheg.” Bjorn and Sigi left the room; Rolf was about to follow but then turning back asked, “Is there a prospect of fighting?” “I don’t know Rolf, but my gut’s telling me to go well armed.” Rolf laughed, “I will trust you gut, it has saved my life more than once.” Ugoras smiled, thinking of past battles. “Aye, that it has, that it has.”
Name: Sir William
Allegiance to: Vaegirs
Weapons: Lance, heavy bastard sword, and thick Knightly heter shield
Armor: Plate armor with Great Helm
Mount: Charger
Ok fighter good tactician
It can be you first/favorite/best character it’s up to you.
Any way the first 14 people to post their character info will be in the story, if you don’t mind of course .
So this is part one.
And thus they came…
“Open the gates! I bear a message for King Ragnar!” The drawbridge dropped with a muted thud into the muddy and rain slick earth. King Ragnar was seated in an ornately carved chair at the end of a long table. In his hand he held a half empty drinking horn. To his left stood Ugoras, his long time friend and adviser. The door into the great hall swung open slowly, and two men interred. The first man was a herald, and the second… “King Ragnar, you have a man is here to see you, he says his name is Boris. Do you kno…” “Yes yes! Boris come here come here. What news from Wercheg?”
Boris seated himself in a chair not far from the King. “Well, a great mist came ‘bout a fortnight ago, covered hundreds of miles west of Wercheg,” He pulled a flagon from beneath his cloak. “When it lifted, an army stood encamped along the shore.” Ragnar looked at him with a mixture of shock and indignation. “And what banner does this army fly?” Boris took a long gulp from his flagon. “None.” He stated bluntly. Ragnar stared into his drinking horn, lost in thought. “Ugoras, take some of your men and look to this matter. Don’t let anyone know on what errand you leave, and leave as soon as possible.” “Yes my lord.”
Ugoras pushed the door aside barking orders to his men as he entered.”Bjorn, look to the horses, Sigi gather supplies, and Rolf ready forty of the men.” Rolf gave him an inquisitive glance, “On what business do we leave?” “King Ragnar wishes me to look into a matter at Wercheg.” Bjorn and Sigi left the room; Rolf was about to follow but then turning back asked, “Is there a prospect of fighting?” “I don’t know Rolf, but my gut’s telling me to go well armed.” Rolf laughed, “I will trust you gut, it has saved my life more than once.” Ugoras smiled, thinking of past battles. “Aye, that it has, that it has.”