|
|
| Line 5: |
Line 5: |
| | Having found himself in the realm of Darka, Dallian quickly made friends amongst the men and women who shared his thirst for violence, riches and fame. Finding himself skilled with a bow, he quickly drew around him a group of men who would become his brothers in arms, his soldiers fighting as one fluid force sending waves of death towards his enemies. His humour ever evident, he would name them 'The Needles' as every wound he had ever received from an enemy bow would be described to his men as nothing more than a needle prick. | | Having found himself in the realm of Darka, Dallian quickly made friends amongst the men and women who shared his thirst for violence, riches and fame. Finding himself skilled with a bow, he quickly drew around him a group of men who would become his brothers in arms, his soldiers fighting as one fluid force sending waves of death towards his enemies. His humour ever evident, he would name them 'The Needles' as every wound he had ever received from an enemy bow would be described to his men as nothing more than a needle prick. |
| | | | |
| − | Dallian found his home in Malor where he swore his oath of fealty to his Liege. A modest manor in the heart of Malors woodlands, Dallian quickly settled into his role and responsibilities. The life of a country Noble was not the life he had dreamt of however and he soon craved for the battlefield and glory of his childhood dreams. His first taste of battle would greet him with horrific screams and monstrous shapes charging him and his men in cold misty morning. | + | Dallian soon tired oh the mercenary realm of Darka and their lack of a true purpose and passion. He soon followed his brother to Sirion and began to fight against overwhelming odds. Sirion was besieged on 3 fronts and for many years battles were fought across its frontiers until victory was finally won for them with the aid of their allies. The war had not ended well for Dallian who had been captured and tortured by Gabriella of Fontan. His hands smashed to pulp and his legs repeatedly broken he returned to Sirion and shadow of his former self. |
| | | | |
| − | '''The Skirmish of Malor:'''
| + | As he could no longer wield a sword, he began once again to focus on trade, but following the interference of the Banker of Sirion, his enterprise soon failed and Dallian took his own life in the house of his brother Verdun. |
| − | | |
| − | As Dallian returned home from his travels he met with the local militia in order to gain a rundown of any pressing issues he would need to deal with which had occurred during his absence. The Needles stood to one side as Dallian addressed the 16 Guards and militia captain, chatting and preparing a fire to prepare breakfast. As the captain of the guard discussed the sighting of strange creatures on Malors borders a fell scream pierced the air. Men quickly dropped breakfast utensils and armed themselves, staring out into the morning mist. Another scream caim closer now to the 37 men, a blood curdling scream dripping with rage and hatred, a scream that sounded not of this world. Dallian quickly organised his Needles and the local militia, lines formed facing the direction of the noise. as they waited in silence the thundering of hooves could be heard drawing closer and the mists began to open, slowly revealing a hoard of monstrosities charging directly at the men who stood gaping at what they could not believe was about to fall upon them. | |
| − | | |
| − | NEEDLES RELEASE ARROWS!!!!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Dallians commanding voice brought the men quickly to their senses and a wave of arrows was released in a rush, most missing their marks but several hitting a beast sending it crashing into the earth as if it were trying to claw its way back to hell. With 8 monstrosities still gaining The Needles reloaded and fired once again, this time taking 2 of the creatures down before the remaining crashed into the defenders, tearing and clawing at armour desperate to reach the soft flesh underneath. The defenders quickly recovered from the clash of bodies with only 1 man not getting back to his feet, his head lying close to his body, his dead eyes fixed in an expression of horror. Swords rose and fell and soon 4 more of the monsters lay twitching in the earth.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Needles moved to the rear of the fighting but Dallian pressed into the melee striking repeatedly against the body of a beast whose teeth were stripping the flesh from another guards throat. His gurgling screams surpressed quickly as his life blood spilled down his leather breast plate. Dallian swung again and his sword sank deeply into the skull of the monster whos body fell forward, encasing the dead soldier in its bulk, and hiding his remains from view. Dallian looked around taking in the field of battle, only one beast had survived and now ran wounded into the woods, to fleet of foot to be chased with many of the men releaved at the fact. His fist battle won, Dallian ordered the bodies of the beasts burned and his brave militia buried with honour. He headed back to his manor to consider the unexpected event and put together a training schedule for his soldiers. Although they had won the fight with minimal losses they were far from ready for a tru battle and that would have to change...
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''The Battle of Crahandan'''
| |
| − | | |
| − | As the forces of Darka gathered around his home, Dallian prepared his soldiers for departure. He had been assigned finally to the Army and was heading off to fulfill an unknown contract on behalf of his King and country. He would finally taste true battle and glory, the kind he had dreamed of as a child. He would stand above the bodies of the fallen taking from them all that they had held valuable in life. It would take all of his men to carry back the riches he would accrue and he considered taking servants along to help with the loads. His captains voice snapped him out of his revellry and he quickly mounted his horse. They were moving out to an unknown destination and so he had paid his men in advance and cheerfully they moved onto the road that would take them to Utopia.
| |
Latest revision as of 08:16, 9 April 2013
Dallian Alumaani,
A fighter from childhood, carving his name through the traveller bloodlines, through fields and bars his fists have flown. Like moths to a flame the challenges pour in and end only with one outcome. He is the head of his brothers, the protector. His bones broken many times through family honour and mercantile disagreements he has fled his roots to find recognition among his equals.
Having found himself in the realm of Darka, Dallian quickly made friends amongst the men and women who shared his thirst for violence, riches and fame. Finding himself skilled with a bow, he quickly drew around him a group of men who would become his brothers in arms, his soldiers fighting as one fluid force sending waves of death towards his enemies. His humour ever evident, he would name them 'The Needles' as every wound he had ever received from an enemy bow would be described to his men as nothing more than a needle prick.
Dallian soon tired oh the mercenary realm of Darka and their lack of a true purpose and passion. He soon followed his brother to Sirion and began to fight against overwhelming odds. Sirion was besieged on 3 fronts and for many years battles were fought across its frontiers until victory was finally won for them with the aid of their allies. The war had not ended well for Dallian who had been captured and tortured by Gabriella of Fontan. His hands smashed to pulp and his legs repeatedly broken he returned to Sirion and shadow of his former self.
As he could no longer wield a sword, he began once again to focus on trade, but following the interference of the Banker of Sirion, his enterprise soon failed and Dallian took his own life in the house of his brother Verdun.
