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| − | My name is Jerak Stonewall. My | + | [[File:jerak_stonewall.jpg|thumb|right|300px|Jerek Stonewall and Horse]] |
| + | My name is Jerak Stonewall. My grandpappy is Heron Stonewall, and he taught me everything I know about being a knight. He taught me how to fight, and he taught me how to act like a true knight. Taught me about honor and protecting those who can’t fight for themselves. He knew all about this because he was a knight of The Order of the Knights of King Gregory. Most people out here in the Bogs don’t believe him, but I do. He says he was a Knight of Merit, and that he served King Gregory directly. He gave me his ring, a gold band with a star sapphire, to prove his claim, and I wear it around my neck until I am worthy enough to wear it. | ||
| − | Three months ago, we got word in the Bogs that there was a demon incursion just to our south in Portsmith. Word is that the warriors of the kingdom were unable to close the Covenant back up, and that the demon horde was spreading. This news was horrendous to hear, and I told my father that I had to help. | + | Three months ago, we got word in the Bogs that there was a demon incursion just to our south in Portsmith. Word is that the warriors of the kingdom were unable to close the Covenant back up, and that the demon horde was spreading. This news was horrendous to hear, and I told my father that I had to help. Grandpappy knew this, and said he would have joined me if he could, but his back hadn’t been right for years. Apparently, the downside of living life fighting from the back of a Skye pony. He gave me his blessings, and told me to go to Teufeldorf, where I was to find the King and pledge myself to service, just as he had before. I grabbed my gear, got on my noble steed, Horse, and made my way for the big city. |
| − | The journey was arduous, and I would hear stories from each town I passed about the carnage that the | + | The journey was arduous, and I would hear stories from each town I passed about the carnage that the recent war had created. This only strengthened my resolve. I reached the gates on the morning of the 1st of March, and went to the city guard to tell them I wished to speak to the King. They promptly laughed at me and told me to get lost. So now I am stuck trying to get myself into a war to protect the people I care about, with no way to get an audience with the one man who can verify my father’s stories. Tell me that my grandpappy wasn’t just some fool riding a pony. |
Latest revision as of 17:20, 17 November 2019
My name is Jerak Stonewall. My grandpappy is Heron Stonewall, and he taught me everything I know about being a knight. He taught me how to fight, and he taught me how to act like a true knight. Taught me about honor and protecting those who can’t fight for themselves. He knew all about this because he was a knight of The Order of the Knights of King Gregory. Most people out here in the Bogs don’t believe him, but I do. He says he was a Knight of Merit, and that he served King Gregory directly. He gave me his ring, a gold band with a star sapphire, to prove his claim, and I wear it around my neck until I am worthy enough to wear it.
Three months ago, we got word in the Bogs that there was a demon incursion just to our south in Portsmith. Word is that the warriors of the kingdom were unable to close the Covenant back up, and that the demon horde was spreading. This news was horrendous to hear, and I told my father that I had to help. Grandpappy knew this, and said he would have joined me if he could, but his back hadn’t been right for years. Apparently, the downside of living life fighting from the back of a Skye pony. He gave me his blessings, and told me to go to Teufeldorf, where I was to find the King and pledge myself to service, just as he had before. I grabbed my gear, got on my noble steed, Horse, and made my way for the big city.
The journey was arduous, and I would hear stories from each town I passed about the carnage that the recent war had created. This only strengthened my resolve. I reached the gates on the morning of the 1st of March, and went to the city guard to tell them I wished to speak to the King. They promptly laughed at me and told me to get lost. So now I am stuck trying to get myself into a war to protect the people I care about, with no way to get an audience with the one man who can verify my father’s stories. Tell me that my grandpappy wasn’t just some fool riding a pony.