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 Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 12:16 pm
It is the time of swords and castles, the age of kings and tyrants. The land thrived with humans, elves, and animal like creatures, people coming in all shapes and sizes and holding numerous sets of skills. The time of the sword and the time of knowledge of magic, but in these times, evil thrives.
In the darker lands of the forgotten, evil has been growing and a army prepares to strike, and heroes of old times are needed. The honorable and the royal, the heroes and noble warriors are requested to be part of this and stop this evil from taking over for war has now begun and who will come to vanquish this evil?
This story begins in a small town, Verston is the name of this place, the village mainly known for its mines, but is also built on the main road so main travelers are coming in and out of this town. Some of these heroes are also to be found, either passing through or to find others who have not yet arrived, for Verston is far from the capital, Lendorsto.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 12:33 pm
 Name - Garrison
Age - 87
Gender - Male
Race - Lizardman
Skills - Heavy Weaponry
History - Garrison, better known as Garris, was born under Vouls, the king of the Gravity nation, and he is of royal blood but he grew up hating it. Never allowed to do what he wants, having to learn about politics, he had to secretly be trained by their general to learn how to use weapons, for he was always fond of fighting, yet despises killing. This did not last to long when his father was murdered, and a war broke out between his nation and the Time Nation. Today this war still lasts but Garris grew up training and wielding heavy weapons, become large, heavy, and muscular.
He joined the military at a young age and was still training more, wielding large hammers and maces, he was more of a brute than anything, preferring to go right up the middle and hit the enemy hard. He fought long and hard for over 30 years, and he was 47 years old, he left his nation after being exiled, for he had been to aggressive in war and killed an entire camp of innocent soldiers single handedly. These soldiers were threats to his nation, but because they did not attack first, apparently this was a account of murder, but his past deeds is what allowed him to keep his head, so he was banished from his homeland because of politics, and now lives as a mercenary and getting by off scraps. Once a proud warrior, and now some sellsword.
Over the years, and him being a lizardman, he could live up to be more than double the lifespan as a human and he has grown a title for himself, doing hard tasks no one could complete alone. He wields a massive dual-sides flails, a heavy wooden staff with a large spiked steel ball at each end. He stands nearly 8ft tall when hunched, and he normally walks around hunched.
He is stubborn and hard headed, people have come to him about this war at hand, but he has had enough of wars and has his own serious problems to deal with, such as finding a good tavern and a good mug of ale. High tempered and selfish, he has no need to help anyone unless pay is involved, he now has made his way to Verston, just looking for work and anything to help him get by.
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