Description
A blond man stands before you, .is long hair ruffling freely at the wind.
Well defined muscles can be seen on his arms under his well cared silver
plate armor. His eyes are emerald green, and makes you have a feeling of
peace as you stare at them, yet you can almost sense a flame burning at
its deept. His skin is a bit tanned and he carries two shine swords
crossed on his back.
Role
Day of Freedom.
Added Mon Nov 6 20:23:59 2006 at level 51:
In the middle of the Month of the Old Forces, during the evening of the
the Day of Freedom, Gilderam was proudly walking from one room to another,
at his small house located in the farm fields east of Voralian City. His
first child was born, a healthy baby, with the eyes of the father and
the smile of his mother, Anilam, a priestess devouted to Innis religion.
Years passed quickly and the young child was achieving the age of 17th,
at the time he was learning how to cultivate the rice fields and take
care of the small cattle, until the visit of a white knight, dressed
in the most shining armor he ever saw. When the man entered his house,
he sneaked quickly into his room to hear the conversation between the
man and his father.
The two man were sitted near the fireplace, talking as two old friends.
"Gilderam, I know you have abandoned the fronts, recluded to this life,
but we need your strong arm back into the fortress. The assaults are
more and more frequent, we are low in numbers, many of the light will
suffer if we fall".
"The fortress is no longer my business knight, my sword no longer drips
the blood of the damned, this is a duty I can no longer accomplish, the
burn of ages has gotten me, I have five children and a wife to care for,
battles are now for the youngs. The fortress will never fall, it's just
crossing through hard times, not worst than my own age".
"But I will do something for you and my first son, accept him as a squire.
He will learn from the warrior's guild to begin, and later will try to
apply for the fortress council. He is brave and won't disappoint you, I've
taughted him myself a few tricks with the sword, and the boy really has
a way with it."
Zambirro almost felt from behind the door, when his father told the last
words, looking at both with blanky eyes, he said: "Fa-father, I-i a knight?
Leaving our farm? I am a simple farmer."
His father nodded at the knight and quickly said "Yes, it's time for you
to know more about the world, Erenthell here will give you good guidance,
I already have spoken with your mother about this subject, we never planned
a farmer's life for you, do not discuss, grab your things and go".
And hearing the words of this father, Zambirro joined Erenthell and
proceeded to the city of Voralian, for his first lesson as a warrior.