Petterson Family/Or'es Por

Details

Soldier of Barony of Makar

• Son of Kais

Unit Name: Viking Divine
Weapon of Choice: Scimitar

His Story

Or'es Por grew up in the dark city of Athol Margos, Beluaterra. His family had just moved there from their recently home of Nida, Atamara. As he grew the town and island was getting attacked by Undead. His father Kais and his Uncle Ghostly were out many nights fighting the Undead and Monsters preventing them from entering their mansion in any mean necessary.
As he grew he watched the city of Athol Margos prosper and become a glorious, golden city. As it was before. Before Or'es was even born.

///// Ship Journey, growing up - his goat /////

He stepped foot onto the muddy rural of Wispen, happy to set foot of the ship after a long travel. After collecting his goat he began towards the village. He counted the gold in his purse, his family had been generous and gave him 150 gold pieces for his use. A note was also in the purse: "We will send more on the 3rd and 7th day. Enjoy. Missing you already. xxx"

With a grin on his face Or'es pondered what he would do. Many people were glaring at him and snarling too. Maybe this wasnt the place for him. Barony of Makar was a ficious place! He pondered to himself...

"They can only make me stronger..."

Or'es wanted to be a famous warrior like his relatives. This was a perfect change to make himself stronger and prove his worth. He grins to himself and kneels next to his goat, stroking it gently. The goat had been in the family for quite a while, it was getting rather old. He stood up dragging the goat a few steps and began towards Icegate, the capital of the Barony of Makar.

Arrival to Icegate

Or'es Por was tired, slouched over and generally in a mood. He'd bever travelled this far on his own before, a mere 20 miles. Daunted about his progress he tilts his head up towards the sky, as he does he notices the tower of Icegate in the corner of his eye. he cheers up and begins to run. His trusty goat, who had been in his family provided milk for many years was still as ponderous as ever, but Or'es was gleeful and happy.

"Ive made it! Icegate... or at least I hope...!" shouted Or'es and he begins to run, pulling his goat along with him.

He catiously enters the city with his sheep close by, keeping it safe. Most of the peasents look well fed, but there was bound to be one left out dieing for food. Or'es looks around. He notices a sign that says 'Recruiting' and headed towards this direction. "Ill add more men to my unit" thinking to himself, "maybe they will help each other out and keep morale high, just like my uncles said! My Foot Soldiers will love that!"

Nervously, Or'es recruits several uniformed soldiers and introduces them to his unit and their customs as he leaves Icegate towards Sale, to meet Sordnaz, the man his Uncle Jarugi talked about on several occassions. "Be careful of Pouq there, he can be quite grumpy!" ...

Gates of Sale

Or'es stands tall and proud as he enters the city of Sale. "Sordnaz lives here..." he mutters to himself. "Maybe Ill get a look at this great man Ive heard few words about?"

An old man over hears him and leans towards him as he walks past. "Im sorry son, Sordnaz has left to do realm duties, Im afraid he isnt here!"

Or'es slouches. "What a waste of time. I suppose Ill meet up with the army. Better to start small, with the army, that everyone meets and work my way up to meeting a powerful man under full control of a realm."

"Ill be a Viking!" he screams as many people walk past. He gets knocked about by quite a few people who walk past and he falls to the fall.

"A Viking indeed" says a man shaking his head. "You have a lot to learn! Can you even hold this?" The man throughs a sword at his feet. "...or would you prefere a pick axe and join these minions in my mines...?"

Or'es leans forward still on his butt. He quickly twists until he is on one knee. He holds his hand out to grap the sword. "Is this... for me?" questions Or'es.

The man was nowhere to be seen. Now in possession of a Scimitar. Or'es gets to his feet and heads for the Gates of Sale. Off to join the army in Ashmoor.

Wispen Conflict

• Wispen Conflict
  • The Battle

Other

• The Goat

Duels

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Type

Stratergy

Opposition

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Tournaments

Hasnt yet participated in any tournaments.

Host Realm

Competitors

Prize Money

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Time Line

• 30.01.2003 - Left his home in Athol Margos, Beluaterra and emmigrated to Atamara joining the realm of Barony of Makar.

Infiltrator Statistics

Economic Sabotage				Military Sabatoge
Taxes Stolen	24			Militia Murdered	0
Taxes Counted	1			Troop Leaders Assaulted	3
Food burned	121			Captured	1
Production Sabotage	19%			Escaped	0
Caravans Raided	0			Bounties Collected	0
Workshops Disabled	0			Fortifications Damaged	0%
Current Status	(Active)			Travel Disrupted	0