The past of Targus

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Warrior_Targus
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The past of Targus

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Sweeping a belt dagger across his shield, Targus knocks off the remnants of barbed black-mithril arrows, "The dark elves have managed to keep the secret of this
shadowed metal to themselves for too long" he muttered as he tossed a pouch of gold to a crafty merchant whom soon would turn his skin cold as magic spread across his
body healing the battle blows taken. He was uneasy of powers called without the blood sacrifice practiced by his clans shamans, he wondered what price they paid and to whom.

"It is time to return to the fortress and celebrate glory" He twisted a barbed ring of swords that ripped into his flesh as a force ripped him away from the sandy streets of Devardec to the central hall of the guild.

"Hail Targus!" a group of his brothers and fellow guards exchanged salutes and passing boasts of adventure. "We are off duty soon and will be joining you!" he knew they would soon be upon him at the Sword and Shield as they each raised glasses to Zir and the art of brewing.

The grey skin half-orc removed and stashed away his armour that he had forged in golden mithril, a tactic he thought would terrify the creatures that lurked in the
darkness of the realm, but he did have a keen eye on some of the wonderous armour the elder Elite were known to equip for battle. "All in good time, Glory to the Elite" he knew this mantra well. He walked into the guilds tavern, dressed in the simple garb he had known for many years before his first venture into the humands lands.

The guards were already deep into horns, cups, and tankards of some of the strongest known drinks to be had by mortal hands. They shared stories each trying to best the other with tales of blood and guts. Targus has been slow to meet his brothers, spending much of his time practicing the art of war and advancing his stature through the known realm, but he did enjoy the company and sharing in the glory of each.

Soon the stories shifted from fierce monsters slain to the fierce upbringing of this group, even in a land of such renowned adventurers these men were not cut from the same cloth, each had seen horrors before they arrived. Soon the warriors urged Targus to spin his yarn and speak of his time before he entered the Elite.

"While some of you have heard fragments, I will try my best to give my tale" though we are well into the night and many horns gone...

"My first memories are from living in a small encampment in the harsh mountains to the north of this land, I was born from the border raids and intermingling of my kind and the Orcish clans that pillaged the area. Some of our elders said they forced the women into breeding to enhance our bloodlines and create fierce warriors. A harsh environment but the results pushed our clansmen to become stronger and take upon more of the savagery and cunning of the Orcish clans, eventually many of the pure humans perished and we were left primarily of half breeds looking for purpose and belonging.

Some time later as I was developing into a quick handed fighter, we were set upon and absorbed into another clan who put some to sword and others to labour, I was given the chance to continue my mastery of combat and eventually work my way into the ranks of the raiders who once pillaged my own people.

More years past in a blur of harsh training and roaming between surface world and months raiding damp and dark tunnels filled with all manner of beast and fiend. Under these conditions my hands became lightning fast and my ability to wage raids increased.

Over the years of my training many stories and lore of the lands were passed from campfire to campfire, many of these tales revolved around the fierce fighters that few had seen. One day we came upon a bloody memorial to what must of been where a fallen fighter that had been bested by the fierce pyro-hydra. Not far from this battle site I had come upon a barbed ring of swords that I long kept hidden to myself.

More years it remained in my pouch until one night we were encamped by the Goblin Castle and a small group of our people ventured into the city gates of Tranos. We had often dealt with the smaller towns and smatterings of peoples but this was our first time in such a wondrous capital city. We set upon the inns where danger and foul drinks are served, celebrating the past years raids. Emptying my pouch on the barmans counter the barbed ring rolled and spun around the table, upon seeing this ring the barmans eyes grew and he reached for his dagger...The next few moments flew by as a struggled to explain how this item became buried in my pouch...The barman was suspicious of this tale and must of signaled for help as two burly guards escorted me to a large fortress where a sole man had planted himself at the gates."

Targus slams his flagon and looks around the fortress of the Warrior's guild, how long ago had it been that he was once been living hand to mouth in the caverns of the north. "Well Elite, that is enough for one night, time to sleep off this nasty batch of brew"

- Targus
marcin
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Re: The past of Targus

Post by marcin »

Hur! A mighty welcome Targus to the Warrior Elite!

It has been great to witness your growth and experience in such a short time. Your legacy and legend will continue to grow within the Elite, and Norland as well.

Bring Glory to Lord Zir and our Guild!

:salute:
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WARLORD GM Marcin, Blade of Zir!

"Only the Dead see the end of War!"
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