Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Kolan - Thief in Hungard

Kolan is an exceptionally skilled thief who is currently taking resident in the town of Hungard. He is usually known as a relaxed and pleasant man to the townsfolk, so he is being well-regarded. However, there is a hole of mystery where his deepest secrets lies within his presence. Despite his ordinary look, Kolan is the...Master of the Thiefs in Hungard. A part of the bigger network he is part of who takes contracts all around the Southernmor, in and out.

Most of the work thiefs in Hungard do involve of information and knowledge, therefore Kolan's thief party is usually considered more like a company working for brigand leader. Simply put, thiefherd in Hungard is quite different compared to other thiefherds around the Southernmor and can be easily identified for his different purposes. Not that they eventually get Knife Contracts, but in Hungard, being the headquarters of ancient Hun League, so many information swim to here and there about mostly everything and anything, from a secret to a well-known debut. Everything a client would like to know and lay his hands on, so that is what Kolan's thiefherd is for.

Kolan himself, though, is an open book. There is like noone who is NOT familiar with him and his dirty errands, but anyhow he is never considered a threat to the League, in fact there happened to be times League had good usages for Kolan too. So it is a fifty-fifty trade, only that Kolan steals a five from each percent.

He usually wears a brown linen coat with rich ornaments pinned on, leather boots mixed with orange and green, a golden ring in his middle finger, a lightweight silver necklace around his neck. He is a bald man with a though body and middle-sized shoulders supporting his 1.80-1.85 height. His smell comes from a mix of Greenberry and Rose which can exhaust the strongest will in a woman. His speechcraft is among his known characteristics and he is usually referred as a noble soul when walking through or simply standing. He has a style in presenting himself.

Nowadays, his meetings with the Shan is catching attention more than ever. Beautiful daughter of Egon Hun, current League Spokesman.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Harlod Graypelt - Relentless Northern

Among the sons of Ygrion, there are those with lesser courage than the other Northern lads. Those who prefer a normal life absent of any unusality and...adventure. Those who have not much to say but speak about his everyday activities when asked and Harlod was a son of such man.

Hern was the name. He used to be cook in Sowlond, right inside the King's Palace. Torhald the Bloodless' hall was that it and within these halls, Hern was cooking one of the finest meats within this region, that fine his meat was as famous as anywhere else...even in the Frontiers of Midland. 

King Torhald would often gift Hern with several delicatities whenever he returns from a raid or a battle. Let it be a Golden Ring of an enemy commander, or the supplies of a newly-raided Al'iv caravans. Where some really handsome stuff can be made out of, like spices for instance.

However, Hern was a strange man even though of his meat's fame. He wouldn't talk without being stiffled for more than a few seconds and every time he was asked to cook this meat of his for the night of that day, he was taking himself a look of unsatisfaction and misery. Which King, good-heartedly would come to his chambers and speak with him countless of times but no matter what, he got to this conclusion Hern was this and nothing could be done about it. King wouldn't throw him away or execute for his behaviours because his famous mate anyway and Hern was just clever enough to use this as his advantage. So he had done no good to his act and behaviours to have some fun with royality without not really crossing the line.

It was the day when the King of the region next to him was going to visit and taste the infamous meat of Hern himself. Torhald invited him personally as these two Kings were two old man-at-arms and fought together in many battles during the conflicts of Neimhald.

And they had arrived. Two kings entered the hall where was decorated with tons of beauty and amaze. Not that Sowlond was an amaze itself but Torhald made special arrangements for the hall to be cleaned and to be turned to an outstanding visual joy. So, nothing was missed.

There were tens of guards all around the corners and outside the hall. All within the hall were totally absolute and fitting to such a royal event. Only if Hern didn't wouldn't turn this into a massacre of shame.

Harlod was on hunt during the execution.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Damrod, the retired Swordsman of Green Princedom.

Raelth. The young wolf, a bright heir to the Southernmor throne but also the one whose right is defiled mercilessly by the Arch-duke of Lorses and the Queen of Arhgarden. They know Raelth would seek out restore and peace for the future of his lands and his father's lands. No...they wouldn't allow him to sit on that throne by his right.

And, they didn't. (See: "a Tale of Stab" (Vol. III) by Arel Dwillmor.),

Damrod was one of the first believers and supporters Raelth ever gained on his side, and one of the best and most loyals too. He was a strong capable warrior with a solid swordplay and devil charisma which was capturing the attention of even most dreadful women.

He was tall and firm. Had a bear long as I can remember, hairs dripping out of his head through his broad shoulders, eyes black as night...but his voice. Damrod's warcries and screams were one of the several impacts on Princedom Army's success in warfare. With his solid look of artistry in art of War and battling, combined with his outrageously coming-out warcries, Damrod was one of the only men Raelth would trust his life for.

Until he took a an arrow in the knee (See: "a Tale of Stab" (Vol. III) by Arel Dwillmor.), was left out as the Marshall of Green Princedom.

Now, fourty-seven years passed since Raelth courageously declared the revolution for that little village of "Pimp Baron" and forged this Princedom from ground. (See: "The Pimp Baron")

Raelth now grown into an old man but still fighting for the throne when and wherever he can, with his most loyal men on his on the verge of succession he is soon about to seize as he expects. Damrod is even an older man than Raelth now but still protecting his solid look and years of silence for one final moment of his life, as he speaks about it.

The old Marshall of Green Princedom lost nothing of his pride and charisma, perhaps a bit black here and there and lots of war scars but still serving fine to his only King he ever would give his life for. Only wished his family could still be here by his side and wouldn't be the reason to cause all this desperacy on him. Traitors.