Gildre Family/Gilth II

Gilth
Status:	Alive
Continent:	Beluterra
Realm:	Sacred Obia'Syela
Previous Realms:	Greater Xavax
Current Titles:	Adventurer
Titles Held:	N/A
Class:	Adventurer
Honor:	15
Prestige:	8
Age:	42
Eyes:	Blue
Hair:	Auburn
Sword skills:	40
Jousting skills:	N/A
Leadership skills:	N/A
Infiltration skills:	N/A
Bureaucratic skills:	N/A
Preaching skills:	N/A
Unique Items:	N/A
Unique Items Held:	N/A

Appearance

You look upon a man who is just slightly past young. His dirty blonde hair is just barely long enough to tie back, yet his bangs have a habit of slipping free from their tie to hang in front of his face. His blue eyes compliment a pleasantly angular face. He is not pretty, but most would agree he is attractive.

At full height, he stand just over six feet tall. His limbs are long and lean, with rounded shoulders and a fairly broad back. He is athletic looking, with evidence that he trains regularly, but he is no mass of muscle.

He often sports a white tunic with a red rose crest embroidered on the chest, the crest of his family. Beneath he wears dark trousers, and leather knee high boots. He wields a simple hand-and-a-half sword, made of quality and held with high sentimental value.

Revival

Roleplay from Gilth II Gildre

The arrows had torn his body to shreds. He fell to his knees, and with his last breath he uttered one word, "Cadewyn...". Darkness overtook the hero. When awareness returned to Gilth, he sensed no physical form. He simply was. He existed, as part of a swirly, chaotic force of energy, flowing through everything. He knew not sadness, nor joy. He existed in order to contribute to the ebb and flow. The Maelstrom. He remembered... something. It played at the edge of his conscious mind, just out of reach, dancing away when his thoughts closed towards it. Time was irrelevant. Inside the Maelstrom it was impossible to calculate. Both eons and minutes passed simultaneously. From the flow, he felt himself pulled. His energy was separated from the river, formed, and plucked from the Maelstrom. Everything felt different. He gasped, cold air rushing into his lungs, feelings long forgotten. Stars loomed in front of him against a black sky. He breathed hard. His body was heavy against the ground. He wiggled his fingers, then his toes. Experimentally, he sat up and looked around. He sat in a field, naked. "What the..." he whispered. The idea of the Maelstrom seemed a distant memory. Vaguely he remembered the arrows, and the pain... and the death. How could this be? He stood and looked around. A small farm house stood at the edge of the field. He began walking on stiff legs towards it, and once he reached it he knocked on the old wooden door. An elderly man opened the door and yipped in surprise at the naked state of Gilth. "Many pardons, farmer," he said, "My name is Sir Gilth Gildre. I know this sounds strange, but I am not exactly sure how I arrived in this place. Could you please point me in the direction of Xavax City?" The elder looked confused, "Xavax City? I have never heard of it." Gilth frowned, "Xavax City, old man. The capital. Which way is it?" "The capital of the Sacred Obia'Syela is Rines..." "Obia... what?" Gilth demanded, beginning to fluster. "Obia'Syela. This is where you be. And you best be careful, wandering around naked like you are, claiming to be a Sir. Borders on heresy, that does. If the Inquisition catch wind, we might both be taken to the gallows." "Inquisition... Rines... Obia... Syela?" Gilth's head started swimming, and he staggered backwards, fighting to breath. "Oi," the old man said, "Calm yourself. Here," he reached into the house and pulled out a cloak, and wrapped Gilth in it. Gilth calmed and breathed, and felt warmer. He had forgotten that he was naked. "What... what continent is this?" he asked. "Why, Beluaterra, of course!" the old man replied, looking even more confused now. "Gods..." Gilth whispered, "I am from the East Continent..." The old man looked at him quizzically.

Gilth II Gildre

Roleplay from Gilth II Gildre

Months had passed in the realm of the Sacred Obia'Syela. Several failed attempts to prove his lineage had earned Gilth a tigers stripes of lashing scars across his back. After a while, he stopped trying to convince anyone. He began to take on odd jobs around the village in order to eat. It was while he worked that he overheard several Adventurers discussing the recommondations of knights. A commoner was not allowed inter-continental travel, but if one could gain the favor of three knights, they could earn their status and cross the ocean. Gilth dropped the load of logs he had been carrying. This was what he had been waiting for. Hope flared in his breast. He had a couple gold coins saved, and quickly he made his way to the smithy, and left again with a short sword. He looked disdainingly at the weapon. He was used to a longer hand-and-a-half sword, but commoners couldn't be choosers... Resolved, he made his way into the wilderness to slay some beasts and earn his freedom...

Gilth II Gildre

Roleplay from Gilth II Gildre

Gilth sailed through the air and landed heavily on his back. Air exploded from his lungs and stars ringed his vision. Damn it, get up old man... he coughed to himself, rolled, and staggered to his feet. The large ogre loomed over him, fist balled. It struck him with a backhanded blow, sending him rolling off to the side. He pushed himself to his feet again, and as the beast raised its huge paw again, he struck upwards, driving his short sword up through its wrist. The beast howled as he ripped the blade free. Quickly he stepped in and thrust the tip of the spear into the ogre's throat, silencing it with a gurgle. He let it fall, and then collapsed beside it. His left arm dangled limply. He felt the bone pressing against his back, outside of the socket. He sighed. He reached out and found a branch of wood about a foot long, and wrapped his hand around the middle of it with a leather strap. Then he placed one foot on each side of his hand, on the branch. He breathed deeply once, twice, then pushed with his legs. He felt his arm slide out from his back with gut wrenching pain and slip back into the socket. Then he passed out.

Gilth II Gildre

Roleplay from Gilth II Gildre

The heat of the fire warmed Gilth. He stared at the dancing flames, stroking his scruffy beard thoughtfully. He had spent months in the wilderness of Beluaterra, slaying the blights of the cursed land. He had done so, by himself, with nothing but the thought of returning to the East Continent, to once again fight for Selenia JeVondair, to motivate him. He looked down at his mismatched armor, at the ragged longsword he had finally been able to buy, and the splintered round shield. His hair was long and unkempt, and his face was hidden by a full beard. He hardly looked like a nobleman. He smiled. It no longer mattered. He had gotten his three reccommondations. There was nothing that could stop him from returning to the EC now. He leaned back and enjoyed the fire. Tomorrow he would leave.

Gilth II Gildre