The Brotherhood

[Martin Lamminmäki]

Name: Markoda Lonmar
Nickname/Alias: Marko / Mart
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6 foot 2 inches
Weight: 69 kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black.
Skin: Average White
Identifying Marks: A diamond eye and a scar, a big burn mark on his left hand.
Appearance: Creeper hunting armor, adventure clothes, and a red bandana.
Strengths: Adventuring and hunting.
Weaknesses and fears: Fear.
Religion and cults: He doesn't believe in gods, he thinks it's stupid.
Profession:Creeper slayer.

Chapter I - The Boys

A long time ago, an un-noticed peasant family lived in a beautiful town called Floria. However this was no ordinary village with the same old; mayors, peasants and noblemen – it had a difference which no amount of nobility or Radients could bestow upon it. This difference was honour, honour and courage that flowed through the veins of the inhabitants, especially the Lonmar family:

There was the father, Grigorius Lonmar, a man who always counted his determination to fight for what was right before anything, even love. He had a grey shimmering hair and a sturdy warrior’s frame. He was the lone protector of the humble village.

There was the mother, Madelaíne Lonmar, a clever woman who was the village cook; she could make every dish known. She didn’t come from the area, however her trade brought her to the town as a servant – this was before the rebellion.

There was two sisters, Wyvia and Violetta, Wyvia had long golden hair like her mother, Violetta had brown hair with a tint of red, Wyvia was eight and Violetta seven years old at the time of the invasion.

The son, Archibald, was a brave boy, ten years old, dirty brown hair, his dream was to be a knight like his father – but this dream was approaching way to fast.

There was two boys; Draconis and Markoda. These boys were no ordinary twins but neither were they so extraordinary that anyone foresaw their divine futures. They had a inner flame, which wouldn’t have been found if there imminent suffering wasn’t bestowed on them..

End of chapter I

 

[dracoboy2]

Name: Draconis Lonmar

Nickname/Alias: Draco

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6 foot 3 inches

Weight: 75kg

Hair: Dark Brown, medium/long

Eyes: Dark Brown/ Black

Skin: Average White

Identifying Marks: A large burn that stretches across his leg

Appearance: Single bodyplate armour, iron cuffs and shoulder pads and a simple pair of trousers

Strengths: Strategic military planning, defense of large cities, military management and archery.

Weaknesses and fears:
Weaknesses- Magic.
Fears- Invasion and ambush.

Religion and cults: He see’s no need for idle gods when true evils roam freely on the lands he wishes to defend!

Profession: He holds pride in his position as head of the guard in Saline Creek.

Chapter II - “I will return…”

Orcs were known in the Eastern Kingdoms to bring destruction and pain. But it had been many years since there last attack, let alone a whole invasion. Of course it would be foolish to say that this was unexpected, the signs were all there – smoke was seen rising from the titanic towers of
Erom-Towirz, more and more sleek, black ships pierced the once beautiful river that flowed endlessly through both Erom-Towirz and Floria.

Now, as you might have guessed, this invasion certainly involved Floria - and the Lonmar family in particular.

Draconis and Markoda would always rush up to the long abandoned castle on early Sunday morning; it was a routine that they had come to love.

There was no playing this time, no carefree ball games or frivolous pretend warfare.

Their father would have normally been on watch but toady was different – he was able to get off duty to take Draco and Marko around the castle. The castle, which had been a symbol of tyranny, was only used for storage and occasionally guest accommodation. By the time they had climbed the great staircase of the castle it was 10:30. Draco looked out across the fields of emerald green grass and saw, through the parting mist, a marching haze that seemed to span the whole horizon. However this was only a small force, it only had one barely inhabited town to crush.

“Look dad, theres soldiers!” Draco said in any young child’s carefree tone.

But immedietly the boys knew something was up, Grigorius’s face turned from confusion to great sadness in no time at all.

“Go home boys, now!” He ordered.

But then a realization struck him and it hurt him deeply, his small force of 40 men would never be able to defend against a full Orcish onslaught.

“I will return”

The words rolled of his tongue smoothly, but he knew these words were cold lies. The boys heard these last words and ran, faster than they had before, and brought the fatal news to the rest of the towns inhabitants. All the men rushed to the castle, and the women, children and those too old or unfit to fight rushed into a frenzy of frantic movements in a hope to save those belongings that they held so dear.

The rush was over, the men lined the front walls (which were not in any state to defend an attack), and the waiting began. Grigorius and two of his men rode out to seek the terms of engagement – but there were no rules in this dark hour. Grigorius had no choice but to return to his walls, holding nothing but the town’s future in his hands. The hope of man would have faded in many towns by now, endless trickles of fleeing people would be seen in most cities. But Floria had a something that no other town held so close – Courage. That courage existed throughout the whole battle: the walls were defended until they fell, the streets fought for with all of man’s power and finally the last knight stood, and fell, on what was once the last beacon in the open plains of Altera.

As the evacuees fled, they could see the smoking ruins behind them. But not every family escaped; if they had then this story would have never been told! The Lonmar family was to be encased in the ruins of Floria forever more. All apart from two boys.

It was hard for them to understand what had occurred, they were still very young but it is obvious now that they remembered with the image of the ruin burnt into their memories. They were split in the chaos, both boys travelling with very different people – but also similar in honor. There escape could have been interpreted as luck, but I knew that it was more than that. This was the start of their new lives, lives that would eventually intertwine again!

 

[dracoboy2]

Reserved-

 

[Martin Lamminmäki]

Reserved aswell.