Description
You see a rugged man before you just over six feet tall. He is a huge
man with corded muscles able to fell mighty foes with his axes.
His shaggy unkempt hair is tied back, his beard is roughly trimmed.
He wears a mismatch of clothing and armor giving protection from the
elements as well as unwanted attention. Piercing blue eyes seem to
follow you gauging your intentions. I menacing scar runs down
his face, luckily not taking out his eye.
Role
The Beginning
Added Thu Mar 5 05:11:08 2015 at level 40:
The beggining
Barok dosed near the fire in his cave that he calls home. His friend, Big
Claw the grizzly bear slept near by, his snores sounding like distant
thunder.
"Its going to get dark soon Dad, we should find a camp site." Said six year
old Barok.
Larsath smiled at his wife and looked around to Barok who sit on the wagon
seat beside them. "I think your right Barok, there is a clearing up ahead
that I usually camp in lets set up camp there."
They reached the clearing on Bramblefield road shortly after and drove their
wagons off the road and into the clearing. Larsath motioned to the other
wagon drivers and they started to unhitch the horses and give them water and
feed. Saraha, Baroks mother started to make the evening meal from some corned
beef, carrots and potatoes that was part of their supplies.
Larsath was a merchant from Galadon, his team of four wagons plied the roads
between Galadon, Voralian City and Akan. By no means rich, Larsath had a
niche market of transporting lumber to Voralian City, then the smoked cod he
purchased in the City to Akan which he then traded for Ale that he could then
sell back to the taverns in Galadon for a tidy profit. Larsath sometimes
took his wife and son with him when Saraha wanted to visit her sister in
Voralian City. Larsath would take the wagons on the dangerous trip to Akan
and leave his wife and son in Volarian City, to be picked up again on the way
back to Galadon. Larsath employed four caravan guards to defend against
bandits that would look to hijack merchants on the road.
Soon they heard the sound of hoof beats thundering down the road and they
turned around to see a company of Imperial Blades with some Tribunal Guards
accompanied them come into view.
The leader of the group, A fierce looking dark elf held up his fist and call
a halt.
"Who owns these wagons?" the Dark Elf sneered.
"I do." said Larsath "I am Larsath, Merchant from Galadon."
The dark elf swung from his saddle and landed lightly on his feet near
Larsath. "What is your cargo? Human". He said in an aloof tone.
"I transport Ale from Akan to Galadon, My Lord." said Larsath humbly.
The dark elf motioned to his sergeant. "We shall take half your cargo as tax;role + for using this Imperial highway."
"I pay my taxes in Galadon." pleaded Larsath with a glance to the Tribunals
in the Company.
With a sneer, the Dark Knight Tribunal strode forward and clobbered Larsath
with the butt of his axe. "You are not in Galadon are you peasant." he
snarled.
With a nasty cackle the dark elf said "Slay them all, all hail the Emperor!."
The slaughter was soon over, the combined might of the Imperial Blades and
Tribunal Guards made short work of the poorly trained wagon guards and
drivers. Barok lay face down in the dirt, unconscious with a large gash in
his face.
Barok awoke in his cave, his nightmare clear in his mind.
The Empire, and Blood Tribunal will pay for what they have done he vowed.
PK Wins
Jan 27, 2015|Lv 25|The Plains of Arendyl|Gnareid vs 1: [25] Barok (100%, serpent strike)
Feb 14, 2015|Lv 35|Velkyn Oloth|Malkhaz vs 1: [35] Barok (100%, surprise attack)