Tybonn Family

Jeren Mithril Tybonn
Physical Age: 35 years
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 198lbs
Eyes: Black
Hair Color/Style: Blond/Shoulder Length in Ponytail
Guilds: Central Headquarter, Foresters, Fury Craft and Trade Co., Imperial Movement, League of the Eagle
Religion: The Order

Realm: Cagilan Empire
Army: Fyrd of Ered Luin
Character Class: Duke of Calis
Main Class: Warrior
Sub Class: Cavalier
Honor: 188
Prestige: 45
Weapon of Choice: Scimitar
Armor of Choice: Plate Mail

Troops: Tai-Lo Lancers
Troop Captain: Captain Baldred (+9)
Type: Cavalry
Range: -
Strength: about 50 men
Training: 80%+-
Weapons/Armor: 65%/75%
Cohesion: 100%
Combat Strength: around 1,000

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Xyst Tybonn
Physical Age: 31 years
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 181lbs
Eyes: Black
Hair Color/Style: Black/Short
Guilds: Central Headquarter, Fury Craft and Trade Co., League of the Eagle
Religion: None

Realm: Cagilan Empire
Army: Fyrd of Ered Luin
Character Class: Lord of Vornion
Main Class: Warrior
Honor: 62
Prestige: 37
Weapon of Choice: Rapier
Armor of Choice: Chain Mail

A History of Myth
(written by Jeren "Mithril" Tybonn)

   Firstborn into a noble family, it was hard to grow up. My mother being a scribe to the nobles of Cagil and my
 father a locksmith by trade, money was never a problem, but it was rare that I would get to spend any quality
 time with them. So it was that at age fourteen all I had were my friends to keep me company and my
 little brother and sister to look after. My father was often off in nearby fiefdoms or far away cities working his trade
 and my mom was often kept at Cagil tower writing for all the wealthy nobles. I don't remember ever
 wanting to be a thief, but the rush I got when I took a pouch from some inattentive merchant or when I would steal
 some fruit from an unsuspecting vender was too hard to resist. 'You are a natural' my friends would say
 after every success...and every attempt was a success. That is until the strangers came into our small town.
 They caught my eye immediately. Always I had an eye for the out of ordinary and even though these
 traveling merchants (so they claimed) looked the part, I knew better. The first, a huge man, couldn't hide his
 double bladed axe under his robes from me. I notice everything. The second, an extremely beautiful
  woman, couldn't hide her boot dagger and short bow behind her smiles, not from me anyways. I see
 everything, and it becomes more obvious the harder you try to hide it. So why did I go poking around eminent danger
 you ask? The rush. This was a real challenge and therefore I had to go where none of my friends would
 dare go.
   They stayed at the only inn my small town had to offer, The Shady Comfort Inn, a place I knew very well. I
 learned a lot from my dad the times he let me go with him to locksmith in far away places, but when my sister was
 born that all ended, but I remember, I learned how to go beyond just making a lock, I learned how to pick it
 as well. So it was that on that night I crept up to the window where I knew the woman was staying and made
 my way unnoticed into her room. I had to look around, find what I could, anything and everything no matter
 how personal or insignificant it was. 'A small chest' I thought spying it wrapped in small woolen
 blankets, and beside it lock picks! Was she a locksmith like my father I wondered? Open it! Locked...well I can open
 it with these, my thoughts were rapid now with the intensity of the moment. Trip a tumbler here, a tumbler
 there and -- wait, a spring? What is a spring doing in a lock? Oh, a needle here too, well I'll just trip the spring
 and use these tweasers to take the needle out and done! That's when I noticed the candle flicker
 underneath the side door. Not an adjoining room, this was the bath room...and even though I assumed she was at the
 tavern with her bulky friend she had stayed behind here, to clean up. Oh what a rush it was when I
 heard the water moving around...frozen in place not knowing what to do. For the first time ever curiosity overrode
 my common sense. I hid and waited. Waited for her to come out, and come out she did. My god what
 exquisite beauty, like none I had ever seen before, not even in my dreams. I knew I was lost then, lusting for her,
 not caring that my breathing was so deep that she could have heard me easily if she had been listening. The
 rush was astounding, heart pounding, eyes watering...Then she stopped. I followed her eyes to the window I
 had climbed in and noticed at the same time she did I suppose, the feather lying on the ground that she had
 obviously put there just in case a thief should decide to come in through the window...yours truly. It took
 her all of three seconds to find me, her acute senses feeling the dark shadows of the room and then fixed
 on me through the bed. Damn! The glint from my knife I thought...shes a keen adventuress and with how my heart was
 racing I must have been really easy to spot at this point. I tried to get away, run, I
 didn't care anymore about being caught but staying caught was something I wanted to avoid. She was faster than
 me though and when she had the dagger to my chest all I could do was stare at her perfect naked body in awe
 and stutter an apology for what I had done.
"Just a damn kid" she said to me "Foolish boy! I could have killed you, how could you be so stupid as to break into
 here?"
"I was curious, that's all, I didn't know anyone was in here, I swear!"
"You are lucky Brax isn't here, he'd break your legs, only sparing your life cause of your age." At this point she
 put her dagger away and started getting hastily dressed. All I could do was stare as she covered the places
 I would never forget.
"I noticed your lock picks milady, are you a locksmith? Cause if you are I know where you can get wor-"
"Shut up boy! Those tools aren't tradesman's tools, they are personal" It then hit me...so clear it was that I
 gasped. She was a rogue, an adventurer, not a town prowler like me, but a true wandering adventurer. That meant that
 her friend, Brax, was probably a mercenary, and it was for certain that if he'd found me instead of her I
 would be a cripple for the rest of my life. She starts looking through her things keeping a wary eye on me at
 the same time.
"I didn't take anything, I swear it, I was honest when I told you I was just curious. We never get adventurers
 passing through Skulk, they always use the main roads..."
"My tools! My chest! You did this??" she asked eying the needle sitting besides the chest with the tweasers still
 out on the bed.
"Yeah but I didn't open it! When I was about to that's when I heard the water splashing and..." I was blushing
 profusely at this point and she finished for me.
"...that's when you decided to hide and steal a close up view of me just outta the bath eh?"
"Yes. I couldn't resist. I am sorry, but you are so beautiful I'd be crazy to pass up the opportunity..."
"Yeah well, flattery won't get you outta this one kid, but..." She opens the small chest and there I saw more
 jewels and coins than I thought could possibly fit into a chest that size.
"I never dreamed that merchant caravan would've been carrying a load like this." At that she looked at me, then
looked back at the chest as if pondering something. "Tell ya what kid, I'm gonna give ya something for
 springing the trap and unlocking this chest, but on one condition. You will never speak of this to anyone; not Brax
 or your friends or family cause if you do I will personally come back and remove your tongue from your
 mouth with me dagger here" She reaches into the chest and flips me a silvery coin from it. "That's mithril kid, not
 silver, but mithril. More valuable than gold and even more valuable than platinum. It is your payment for
 your silence understood?"
"Yes, I promise. I'll tell no one of what happened tonight I swear."
"Good, I trust that you won't, you are too young to die kid, now get out and never let me see you again in this
lifetime!"
"Ok milady, but there is one thing I so long to know...What's your name?" She looks deep into my eyes at this
 question. How risky he is to be asking me that! But what's the harm...he will never tell, at least not in the next
 few weeks which is all I need to get far away from this place...
"They call me Emma, short for Emerald due to me green eyes I guess. Now leave before I change my mind about this."
 So I left, never to return that night. I never saw them leave and in fact it was as if they had never been there,
 except for the mithril coin I had, always hidden, always on me, making what seemed like a dream ensure that
 it was indeed reality...
    In the next few years my brother and sister grew up. I was able once again to travel with my dad practicing the
 lock smithy trade in distant lands, making my own contacts and becoming quite a prodigy which made my father quite
 proud.
 Always though in the shadows of my mind she was there, glistening in the candle light, those green eyes
 and wry smile.