Name:Alard the Iron willed
Race:Human
Faction:The Lords of Ferrow
Age:25
Magic:N
Specialized Skills: Master Swordsmen, Speech/haggling, Hunting and tracking, and cooking
Personality:Alard has been said to be a lively figure always speaking of his exploits throughout his time being a Lord. He doesn't take much seriously which can and will come off as annoying to others a fact which he knows but does not care about. His carefree attitude extends towards everything he does regardless of the importance of the matter.
Bio:Alard was born as a failing merchants son abandoned by his mother. As a boy, he was taught the ways of a merchant and the benefits of a silver tongue, two things that he was much better at than his father. Slowly bringing back the life of his father's trade post. However, he grew disillusioned with his life of swindling and trading and at 20 he hit the road as an adventurer. He went on many travels locally never really traveling far from his home. One day early in his career he met an old man who mentored him in his combat abilities. He never really gave Alard his name for reasons he found out later...
After a few years of dealing with bandits and grabbing the occasional treasure for his aging father, he stopped at a local village where they told him a great and terrible beast was raiding their livestock and ruining their farms. Thinking of it nothing more than a large bear he took off into the forest with nothing more than his sword and some basic armor, little did he know he would find a Snjókall waiting in a cave. He entered into a bitter battle with it, only barely escaping with his life. As he returned into the town with the Snjókall's head there were cheers and the bestowal of his promised gold and expected acclaim his mentor approached him. The crowd grew silent and Alard confused cane to share some of the reward with his mentor. It came a surprise when his mentor introduced himself as Lord Orion, one of the legendary Lords of Ferrow, and even more pleasant when he wanted to take him as an apprentice. He gladly accepted the offer and went on his way to the capital.
The trip was uneventful until they had reached the king's chambers which were astounding to him. He had never even thought of the possibility of being here among Lords of Ferrow and the King. As it turns out he wasn't just to be an apprentice, he was to be Lord Orion's successor, and that an ancient evil was returning. The Mirgowan. He had heard of them in legend but hadn't given much thought of them seeing them as fables to further cement The Lord's reputation. The king speaking of them in a deathly serious tone made him reconsider his beliefs, and then Orion along with the rest of the Lords with their successors lead them into the keep and transferred their Ferrow soul fragments. Alard's next thought was about the adventures the next few years we're going to bring.
Equipment[/b]-A Longsword
-Heavy armor
-A basic map of Yigros (imagine 1800s maps)
-An emptywaterskinn
-A Journal
Additional information:N/A