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Aegnarion Guild: < None > 9 Paladin Half Elf - Mithaniel Marr HP MANA AC ATK 248 180 151 75 STR STA AGI DEX 93 85 96 88 WIS INT CHA 67 75 85 POISON MAGIC DISEASE FIRE COLD 15 25 15 25 25 WEIGHT 0 / 93 - - - -

[edit] Backstory

Hail, and well met Adventurers.

I am Aegnarion, of Ayr'Dal. Yes that's correct I am Half Elf. I wonder... does that mean if a Half Elf has a baby with another Half elf that the offspring is a Quarter Elf? Anyway that is probably enough of that, allow me to introduce myself, I am Aegnarion of Ayr'Dal. My parents were of the Human and Wood Elf race.. whom I now do not know of their existence. A Half Elf is not very welcome in many parts of the lands and I too was shunned out like the majority of my brethren.

Although I grew up through a tough childhood, where along the way I dabbled in the arts of thievery and occasionally the musical world (There is only so much rotten tomato one guy can take) I quickly jumped back on the straight and narrow. We Half Elf are not famous for our Chivalry or Nobility, but I was determined to prove my worth by worshipping Mithaniel Marr and purging the lands of the undead that rise each and every waking moment. I am an outcast, so I want to stand out in the crowd. I chose the path of a Paladin.

In battle I lost my good friend Zevarius at a young age. He was a budding young paladin who too, showed great promise. It was from that day I decided to take Mithaniel Marr seriously and avenge his death by taking on the forces of evil that stripped my friend of the path that lie ahead of him. I found a flyer on the floor blowing past in the Oasis of Marr. I picked it up and brushed the sand off of the scroll. It read to me that the Hall of Truth were recruiting young promising fighters to follow the ways of Mithaniel Marr and quickly dispatch of the plagues of this land. I set off into North Freeport where I finally found a soldier outside of the Hall of Truth. At first he wouldn't let me in, but after showing him the flyer he let me pass. Upon climbing the stairs and walking to the back of the temple, I found Valeron Dushire. Upon handing him the note he glared at me, he did not believe I had it in me to become a Paladin, so he handed me a Purple shirt and tasked me to dispatch of several rats, bats and skeletons outside in the West Freeport Plains. I quickly set off and made camp outside for the night, where I found a kind gnome who offered me a bed for the night. In the dawn of the day I set off back to Valeron Dushire after gaining a whole bunch of field experience. He was impressed with me, although he may not like to admit himself.. and it was on this day after I handed in 20 bone chips, I was finally accepted as a Paladin in the North Freeport Hall of Truth.

[edit] My First Adventure as a Holy Warrior

In the eve of a day in the East Commonlands, I was wandering along slaying several creatures that have a habit to attack travelers and passerbys. Amongst these creatures were black bears, pumas and skeletons here and there. Unfortunatly my labour did not produce anything fruitiful in the way of high quality pelts, only the best required by tailors in seek of making packs to ease the burden of traveling with treasure from the deepest of caves in Antonica.

As I was preparing for camp along strolled a man of the grove. Yes a Feir'Dal in Antonica, I was shocked to see such a figure infront of me. 'Well met young Adventurer' he greeted me with a short smile. After recouping some of his mana he proceeded to bless me with gifts from Tunare. 'I am Thornymofo, it's a pleasure to meet you.' We discussed the career paths we both had devouted our lives to and departed separate ways.

I continued to experience, fighting all different kinds of creatures in hope that I could one day be strong enough to be deployed to the Estate of Unrest and help tame the wild and dark creatures that lurk in the shadows of the basement. It was then I recieved a messenger from Thornymofo asking me to retrieve him 5 piles of batwings from a merchant in the far West of the East commonlands. I quickly dusted off my running boots, lacing them up in preparation for my travels. Once I got to the hut that the merchant resided in and after discussing the corruption and recent drama that happened in East Freeport the merchant parted with some wings for a few coin.

When I arrived in West Freeport Thornymofo proceeded to bind me on the spot as a safe haven should I fall in combat and in return for the batwings placed in my palm several platinum pieces, also 20 bottles of fuzzlecrank formula 5000. We each sipped the light cool refreshing drink as the sun began to set. He then noticed the scraps of cloth that cover my back. After a short trip to the bank he had me outfitted in real paladin gear! Some bronze and a magical necklace that granted me some extra hitpoints.

Tonight, I made a real friend... A fellow adventurer, who showed me that good will comes to all men and he restored my faith in the elvish community.

[edit] Patrol in Qeynos Hills

Pull up a stool and sit beside me as we warm our feet infront of the fire. Here, take this tumpy tonic.. Fresh from the mountains of Butcher Block. Sip on it as we share tales of times that have long passed, tales that we know of our ancestors.

*takes a gulp*

As a young Half Elf, me and my good friend Zevarius was in the area of Qeynos. At the time we was probably around the age of 40, still quite young as you can imagine! We was on patrol in Qeynos Hills when we stumbled upon a gnome. She was a funny looking creature and she chanted all kinds of crazy things from a distance.. As we approached her she turn in horror. She lept at us, knocking the blade from Zev's hand, as he tumble down the hill trying to clutch at his sword. Quickly realising the situation had got worse I picked the pint sized being up and threw her into a minion she had summoned in the heat of battle. The bones rattled as the skeleton fell and from behind me Zev came leaping out and put metal to flesh. The gnome was wounded and as she pulled out a stone that was glowing bright under the starry night lit sky she vanished into thin air.

A strong vapourised smell rushed through my nostrils, each breath I take the stronger the stench became. I woke up several hours past and Zev and me were in a dug out log with a bed of straw beneath us to lay our bodies on. We was in surefall glade, a chap had found us who was tracking a bear which had escaped from surefall glade undergoing a healing ritual was now rabid, grizzly and lose in the Qeynos Hills.

But alas adventurer, that is a tale for another time.