bonez899
Squire
Hi, I plan on making an AAR for warband that is native, yet has been extensively tweaked with tweakmb and had a few little things added in such as weapons and such. Along with that I am using 1.143 as I didn't like the economic updates in 1.152. I hope you will enjoy my AAR and I will start with a small prologue.
Prologue
As a boy I grew up with little enough love. My mother had died while birthing me and my father was a mercenary warrior who was always fighting in a war for some lord or another, and when he wasn't fighting in a war he was teaching me how to fight in a war. He taught me many things in these days, some rudimentary skills with swords, how to throw an axe with a degree of accuracy, and how to block strikes with a shield. These lessons I almost looked forward to because they were some of the only time I really had with my father, whether he showed many any emotion at all, but I still enjoyed just being with him.
Those lessons were a constant thing whenever he wasn't on campaign, but then came the thing that I dreaded whenever he left. The Lord who had most recently hired my father came by my fathers little house. I knew as soon as I saw someone so well dressed what had happened, I wished it had not but I accepted the cold hard truth before he said the words, my father was dead. The Lord explained to me that he was here because my father had given his life while taking those of 3 others who would of killed him otherwise. He then explained that he wished to repay my father by giving me a position in his court, he said he was in need of a page and I was just of the right age. So I went with that Lord to court and performed duties as a page for him, until I was older that is.
One day I was in the practice field with a blunted sword practicing with another of the pages, this one born from a noble house, and I was beating him badly. He could hardly raise his sword in the time that I took to make 3 hits. It was right after this that the lord came down to me and told me that he wished to make me a squire based on my past service and skill with weapons, again I accepted his offer and became his squire. I learned more skill with blades and all sorts of weapons, although the throwing axes of my youth received little attention. After many years, when most other squires I had seen were knights on their own, many the same age of me and not half as proficient with a blade, I confronted the Lord. He gave me many reasons why I wasn't a knight yet, but it all boiled down to the fact that I was common born and the others were born of men with money, or noble. At that point I left the Lord and set off on my own.
I don't know why, but I felt a burning desire to get revenge for the wrong that had been done to me, yet how was I to do it? How was I to gain this revenge? I knew it would not happen in this land so I began to look for ships to carry me to other lands, it took me awhile, but I found a ship that would take me to a land known as Calradia, where kings could fall within weeks and where men of ambition could gain Lordships faster than a man of noble birth. I signed on to the ship immediately and began my journey.
It was only at a point halfway through the journey that I thought to ask the captain of the ship where in this land known as Calradia we were headed to. He told me that we were heading for the city of Reyvadin in a place known as the Kingdom of Vaegir's.
Starting Stats. Starting options were: Warrior - Page - Squire - Revenge
Prologue
As a boy I grew up with little enough love. My mother had died while birthing me and my father was a mercenary warrior who was always fighting in a war for some lord or another, and when he wasn't fighting in a war he was teaching me how to fight in a war. He taught me many things in these days, some rudimentary skills with swords, how to throw an axe with a degree of accuracy, and how to block strikes with a shield. These lessons I almost looked forward to because they were some of the only time I really had with my father, whether he showed many any emotion at all, but I still enjoyed just being with him.
Those lessons were a constant thing whenever he wasn't on campaign, but then came the thing that I dreaded whenever he left. The Lord who had most recently hired my father came by my fathers little house. I knew as soon as I saw someone so well dressed what had happened, I wished it had not but I accepted the cold hard truth before he said the words, my father was dead. The Lord explained to me that he was here because my father had given his life while taking those of 3 others who would of killed him otherwise. He then explained that he wished to repay my father by giving me a position in his court, he said he was in need of a page and I was just of the right age. So I went with that Lord to court and performed duties as a page for him, until I was older that is.
One day I was in the practice field with a blunted sword practicing with another of the pages, this one born from a noble house, and I was beating him badly. He could hardly raise his sword in the time that I took to make 3 hits. It was right after this that the lord came down to me and told me that he wished to make me a squire based on my past service and skill with weapons, again I accepted his offer and became his squire. I learned more skill with blades and all sorts of weapons, although the throwing axes of my youth received little attention. After many years, when most other squires I had seen were knights on their own, many the same age of me and not half as proficient with a blade, I confronted the Lord. He gave me many reasons why I wasn't a knight yet, but it all boiled down to the fact that I was common born and the others were born of men with money, or noble. At that point I left the Lord and set off on my own.
I don't know why, but I felt a burning desire to get revenge for the wrong that had been done to me, yet how was I to do it? How was I to gain this revenge? I knew it would not happen in this land so I began to look for ships to carry me to other lands, it took me awhile, but I found a ship that would take me to a land known as Calradia, where kings could fall within weeks and where men of ambition could gain Lordships faster than a man of noble birth. I signed on to the ship immediately and began my journey.
It was only at a point halfway through the journey that I thought to ask the captain of the ship where in this land known as Calradia we were headed to. He told me that we were heading for the city of Reyvadin in a place known as the Kingdom of Vaegir's.
Starting Stats. Starting options were: Warrior - Page - Squire - Revenge
