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Aegnarion Guild: < Asgard > 10 Paladin Half Elf - Mithaniel Marr HP MANA AC ATK 275 200 161 81 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.

[edit] SoulFire

My quest for the almighty SoulFire continues. When Sir Lucan found out about this blade it was bad news. Luckily in the nick of time, a band of mighty heroes prevented him from claiming the blade and having even more power over Freeport.

My Paladin testimony was long over due, the time to prove myself was now. For years I have been training under the Hall of Truth yet to prove myself. The person in charge of setting my testimony was Merko Quetalis. He told me that a lone trader Altunic Jartin had a problem that needing tending to. I set off on my travels and by the time I'd arrived to the Commonlands it was nightfall. Pulling a tinderbox and a torch from my rucksack I lit my torch. This fended off many of the dangerous creatures of the nocturnal realm, the light blinding their eyes.

After what could have been an hours walking I finally found the lone trader, he was pacing up and down outside of the hut. As I approached him, I passed the letter I was told to deliver upon meeting the gentleman. He let out a big sigh and with that he turned his back to walk into his hut. From the shadows a figure appeared, it was only at that moment I recognised who this figure was. Squire Narl, a human rogue. There was a wanted poster for him in North Freeport. It was said that a week prior to the time when I saw him he ransacked a Paladin on his way home from guard duties in North Freeport. The Paladin was stripped of his armor, coins and even as far as a few trinkets one a lock of the Paladins daughters hair. He was left in a back alley inbetween the buildings in the Freeport Market area. His head completely removed from the torso, the surrounding area covered in blood splats and a pool of congealed blood. I drew my sword from the sheath and charged at the rogue, caught by surprise he did not get to his blade in time and felt the full wrath of Obsidian Scimitar. The merchant turned around in fright of the sound of battle and dropped to his knees, he was expecting the rogue and he was in some kind of trouble. I severed the head of Squire Narl and handed it to Altunic Jarn. In reply he asked for a medium-sized tunic. An odd request from a gentleman who was just about to be ambushed and dispatched of in the same manner as the Paladin the previous week. Without question I retrieved a medium-sized tunic and returned it to Altunic Jarn within the next day, it was that moment he withdrew a coin shaped item from his pocket. A token of generosity. Hallelujah!! My first part of my testimony complete!

Returning to Merko, flashing him my token of generosity he smiled, then pulled me to one side and explained my next task in a hush voice. To the deserts of North Ro I was dispatched to slay a Giant Tarantula causing grief to a nearby village, from this spider I was expected to retrieve a spider venom sac. I knew I had to get on the case quick, borrowing some journeymen boots from the Paladin storage I set off to North Ro.

From the distance as soon as I had left the lands of Freeport, in the distance I could see a Giant Desert Tarantula. It was attacking a travelling merchant. With another rub of the journeymen boots the magic released from the boots making my feet travel just that extra bit quicker. This time I had taken my axe of the ironback that was a recent bargain of mine that I had managed to haggle down from a Tier`Dal in the East Commonlands Tunnel. Retrieving it from the strap on my back I ran at the spider, swinging the axe high above my head.

The first blow was to its hind leg, I heard a crunch as the axe landed, as I lift for yet another quick swift blow the leg completely detached. The spider turned and hissed as it's poisonous venom hit me in the face, blinding my vision for the time being and causing me great sickness. I was not going to allow a spider to defeat me and as I rolled to the side the spider followed me. As it face forward with a mighty swing of my axe I caught the spider right in the eyes. The creature was blinded and now was my chance, I lept upon the Giant spider and with my bear hands tore it apart piece by piece until with the final cut of my axe, had freed the spider venom sac.

I fell off the carcass of the tarantula and lay on the floor next to it, looking into the bright sun high in the sky. The sun was blocked from my vision as a nearby merchant lent over me and offered me an antidote. The poison took an hour to heal from my system and within two hours I was up and prepared to make the journey back to the Hall of Truth. The villagers thanked me several times, offered me a hot meal and even a bed for the night but I kindly refused determined to complete my testimony as quickly as possible. With a final rub of the journeyman boots I set off back to the Hall of Truth.

Upon arrival Merko saw I was weak but did not care for the matter he had at hand could not wait, upon giving him my token of bravery he handed me my testimony. Then he proceeded to discuss urgent matters in the Lesser Faydark. A castle had been discovered nearby with great evil harboring within, a troll shadowknight named Xicotl. Transport had been arranged so this matter could be dealt with as quickly as possible, it was then I noticed the pint sized gentleman standing just next to Merko. A druid of the vale, Urbanzkopf had arrived to cast a circle to take me to the mountains of Steamfont. He wasted no time, within seconds a circle was stable and we was taken from one part of the land to the next.

Casting the Spirit of Wolf, Skin like Nature and other gifts from Mother Tunare herself we set off in a hurry to reach Castle Mistmoore. Upon arrival the battle was already at large. Several Faydark Champions were battling the rising horde of Dark Elves around the entrance pond. The battle started to create a parting in the middle, the biggest, ugliest and smelliest troll in the shiniest plate armor come charging out chasing an Iksar chap named Dreymon of Bregan D`Aerth. He fell to the ground in an attempt to confuse the troll but he just continued to slash away at the 'corpse'. Dreymon was quick to his feet, tail whipping, raking and punching his foe. Urbanzkopf began to cast a mighty fire, that the druids know as starfire smiting the troll. I cast yaulp and ran into the fight for assistance. My Obsidian Scimitar cut through his plate armor as if it was a chunk of the finest mature cheese, it's magical abilities glowing within my sweaty palm. A final blow to the head from Dreymon fell this evil and as he dropped to the floor, I was quick to prise the glowing hilt from his hands.

That day marked the start of a new beginning, as the trail for SoulFire fell dead, with the discovery of the glowing hilt.. I was quickly set back on track with what I must accomplish to recreate this magical blade.

[edit] The Fall of Sir Lucan D`Lere

4 brave adventurers on Sunday, August 08, 3101 - 11pm finally freed the chains of evil and corruption that Freeport bared. They were from many walks of life all with the same goal. Kaludar - 53rd Circle, Mystic. A brave barbarian prepared to risk his life for the good of this land. Ramblin - 60th Grade, Grandmaster. A mighty and powerful Iksar who aided the battle in the hope to one day make these parts of the land safer to travel once this story breaks loose. Vianna - 60th Year, High Priestess. A noble High Elf, Holy Priestess who shares the same goals of the Paladin guild, to cure this land from the sickness and curse it bares. Vlasic - 47th Circle, Shaman. A strong and surprisingly rather intelligent Ogre who aided the battle with his 'Majik' to keep many forces at bay as the fight was in full force.

It was a warm, calm evening in East Commonlands Tunnel. Little did Sir Lucan Dlere know it would be his last evening of reigning evil upon the large city known as Freeport. As 4 Adventurers prepared for a long battle, Sir Lucan was busy recruiting more mercenaries for his Militia. Once the band of adventurers, soon to become heroes of these lands, were prepared they set off with one thing in mind only. To free the Civilians of Freeport. Upon approaching the gate Vlasic, Ramblin and Kaludar were cautious. They could see a threatening glare from the Militia guarding the front arch.

Once the plan was decided Ramblin charged into the enemy lines, blasting the door open to the Freeport Militia House, "founded on sweat & steel" which Sir Lucan resides in with a fly kick. Upon entering, with a quick *sniff* he picked up the scent of Sir Lucan. Upon reaching the door which he was behind, Ramblin used the skill taught to him by Master Raska. He steadied his heartbeat and fell to the ground. The Militia laughed as they returned back to their duties with one arranging for the corpse to be disposed of. In quick time, Ramblin crept back up bust the door open, quickly turning on his heels he ran outside and performed the same trick not too far from the arch, but to the right near an abandoned camp outside of the arch view. Sir Lucan decided to make sure he did the job correctly and Ramblin took a blow, as the guards on duty turned their back up like shot.. Ramblin had his fist in Lucans lower back. The other guards were unaware, creating such a noise in the distance of laughter.

The battle begun and Brother Jentry had come running out of the gates to assist. Vlasic, quick witted as he is was fast off the mark and had him entangled in roots, rendering him useless as his master was slain.

Vianna the noble High Elf and Kaludar the mighty barbarian were on hand to heal the wounds of Ramblin as he was struck blow by blow from Sir Lucan and also slowing the blows thrown by Sir Lucan. The battle was long, hard and tiresome but the heroes had prevailed. Sir Lucan made one final attempt to run from combat like the coward he is, but with a final blow of the fist he fell.

As he fell he screamed that his Testimony of Truth would never be claimed, an undead version began to rise from his corpse. He was not as strong as his original form, even with the assistance of a nearby guard Bonlo. It was of this hour that the final form "Sir Lucan D`Lere" was slain, Freeport freed from the evil chains holding back a City from blossoming. Four Mighty Adventurers became Four Brave Heroes.

As news spread quickly throughout the city, the Militia dispersed, even the toll booth guards in the West Commonlands were nowhere to be seen. Civilians took to the streets in celebration, ale was in abundance and even Ping Fuzzlecutter was giving out free bottle of Fuzzlecutter Formula 5000. The city danced and celebrated for three whole days and nights straight. This tale is one of such epic proportions it has been written in many different languages, in many scriptures and stowed away within crypts to preserve this moment in history for future generations to come.

The quest for SoulFire is coming close to an end, these lands soon to be purged from the curses and abominations that walk the very ground we know as Norrath.