Ferreum
Villager
The Past.
He stumbled into town, forgetting where he was as the torches blinded him. He collapsed in pain from the arrow in his right shoulder, and as he regained his sight, he swore to never allow his back to be turned to the enemy, but to forever be waiting just out of sight, to strike, with what ever means necessary, at his opponents weakest moment. A man approached, reaching out a hand in aid. Ferreum grasped it and was lifted up onto his feet, yet he stumbled. The man held on, holding him up firmly, taking the weight Ferreum couldn't.
"Welcome to Alethkar", the man spoke, with a weight so heavy on his shoulders that he seemed to be forever stooped over.
"Alethkar? Alethkar... I've heard that name before. The Knights Radiant?"
"Yes, The Knights Radiant. I am Axex. Commander", the man replied, placing Ferreum on his own two feet. Dizzy for a moment, but rapidly regaining the awareness he had gained from years as a street urchin in Port Silver, Ferreum adjusted himself to the town around him. It was spectacular. A fortress looming large in the centre of town, was surrounded by small shop's and houses. Not a large town, but what was there was astonishing indeed.
"My name is Hroth", Ferreum instantly assumed an identity he had rehearsed, in the slightly slurred accent of a Northerner. Hroth was a fisherman that had washed up ashore as a boy, and grown up living off the land, fighting back the spiders and zombies of the night.
"Hroth? Hroth... No, you're definitely not a Hroth. Hroth is a fisherboy, struggling to make ends meet, you do not seem like a Hroth. Why do you lie to me man? Why do you lie when I have pulled you from the ground. And that arrow, stop whining and pull that arrow out". Ferreum pondered, how had this man disassembled his disguise so ruthlessly. He pulled the arrow out of his shoulder and cast it aside, onto the pull of mud, that reflected his guise. An old man looked back, he was, in reality, just past 50, but with dishevelled looks that made him seem as if he lived twice his years.
"Truly sir, you have caught me in a web of deceit. I shall not try to hide myself when a man of your intelligence is around. I am Ferreum. I have peculiar talents. Talents that are best not mentioned in public. I assume a man of your stature needs someone with these talents? I ask for nothing more than your protection,"
"Ferreum. Yes, that does suit you. Talents you say? Yes, withdraw to my chamber, we shall discuss this further in private, where the listening ears and keen eyes of Altera's nobility do not wait on every corner. Alethkar is empty, but not even an empty town is free of the spy's of the dark"
He stumbled into town, forgetting where he was as the torches blinded him. He collapsed in pain from the arrow in his right shoulder, and as he regained his sight, he swore to never allow his back to be turned to the enemy, but to forever be waiting just out of sight, to strike, with what ever means necessary, at his opponents weakest moment. A man approached, reaching out a hand in aid. Ferreum grasped it and was lifted up onto his feet, yet he stumbled. The man held on, holding him up firmly, taking the weight Ferreum couldn't.
"Welcome to Alethkar", the man spoke, with a weight so heavy on his shoulders that he seemed to be forever stooped over.
"Alethkar? Alethkar... I've heard that name before. The Knights Radiant?"
"Yes, The Knights Radiant. I am Axex. Commander", the man replied, placing Ferreum on his own two feet. Dizzy for a moment, but rapidly regaining the awareness he had gained from years as a street urchin in Port Silver, Ferreum adjusted himself to the town around him. It was spectacular. A fortress looming large in the centre of town, was surrounded by small shop's and houses. Not a large town, but what was there was astonishing indeed.
"My name is Hroth", Ferreum instantly assumed an identity he had rehearsed, in the slightly slurred accent of a Northerner. Hroth was a fisherman that had washed up ashore as a boy, and grown up living off the land, fighting back the spiders and zombies of the night.
"Hroth? Hroth... No, you're definitely not a Hroth. Hroth is a fisherboy, struggling to make ends meet, you do not seem like a Hroth. Why do you lie to me man? Why do you lie when I have pulled you from the ground. And that arrow, stop whining and pull that arrow out". Ferreum pondered, how had this man disassembled his disguise so ruthlessly. He pulled the arrow out of his shoulder and cast it aside, onto the pull of mud, that reflected his guise. An old man looked back, he was, in reality, just past 50, but with dishevelled looks that made him seem as if he lived twice his years.
"Truly sir, you have caught me in a web of deceit. I shall not try to hide myself when a man of your intelligence is around. I am Ferreum. I have peculiar talents. Talents that are best not mentioned in public. I assume a man of your stature needs someone with these talents? I ask for nothing more than your protection,"
"Ferreum. Yes, that does suit you. Talents you say? Yes, withdraw to my chamber, we shall discuss this further in private, where the listening ears and keen eyes of Altera's nobility do not wait on every corner. Alethkar is empty, but not even an empty town is free of the spy's of the dark"
