Post by Alakuu on Oct 5, 2015 22:38:45 GMT
"Focus, Hit your mark or you risk not only your life but others as well." Harsh words yes, but it still rings true. Can you believe it was my mother that said this to me? She was a talented archer, I learned everything about the bow from her. She was overjoyed the first time i asked her to teach me how to use one myself. I always enjoyed archery as a recreation, in fact i was pretty good at it , but i never gave much thought of using these skills for combat. Regardless she wanted me to at least know how to protect myself with it just in case something ever happens. I mean she's right, she is mom after all, but I'm just a civilian and I don't really expect to be fighting anytime soon. At least thats what i hoped.
Cannich was a relativity new place compared to other kingdoms so it was a prime target for an empire like Geranna. Next thing i know im swept up in to the militia and being trained for war. Nothing like crash course in warfare am i right? Guess i got lucky though, being skilled in archery allowed me to avoid the front lines. War was quite the wake up call thats for sure, peace seldom last when when you dont have people fighting for it, especially against a large empire like Geranna. I had no choice but to adapt to the situation. I just did my best to follow orders and avoid being targeted. Clearly I'm not very fond of being the center of attention. I'd rather just hide in the crowd to avoid being singled out. Sure it sounds a little cowardly but i had no intention of dying...or rather my mother said i wasn't allowed to die. Last thing i want to do is piss off mom, she can be scarier than any monster you've heard in stories.
Eventually we got to the battle of Whithorn which was not a good battle for either side. We didn't lose but we didn't really win either, losses were heavy but at least we held our ground. We were finally showing we could fight back, i just wish we didn't lose so many to prove that point. Many would say that casualties are just a part of war. They're right of course, but watching someone someone die in front of me is still not something i can just be ok with. Whenever it happens my mind is overwhelmed; wondering why I couldn't saved them, why i couldn't hit my mark....its my fault they died. Yeah it hits me pretty hard. So much that i started taking what my mother said to heart. "Focus, hit your mark, protect you allies". Instead of fighting to kill my enemy i focused more on protecting my allies from harm as bet i could. Of course I know i can't protect them all but the change in mindset from killing to protecting strengthened my resolve in this war. The tide was turning after Whithorn, Cannich was able to hold its ground and the end of the war looked like it was on the horizon. As losses were heavy many of the forces were condensed to maintain combat strength. Lucky for me the group I was in joined up with the one my mother was assigned to. I couldn't have been happier after all i've been through i could find comfort in the company of family. It didn't last long though. The camp was ambushed in the dead of night, somehow the enemy got past our night patrol. I wake up to the sound of clashing blades and screams of pain. Chaos in the camp; everywhere i looked. No one spotted me yet so i grabbed my bow and headed to cover hoping to stay hidden and take out a few enemies before losses become too much. In the back of my mind I was thinking of mom hoping she's ok. I started shaking at the thought of losing her in this ambush. The concern wouldn't leave my thoughts, I ended up skirting though the camp looking for her, again doing my best to stay out of sight. Eventually through all the chaos I found her fighting alongside her comrades. They were out numbered, but they were putting up a great fight for how few there were. Out of the corner of my eye I spot an enemy soldier charging at mom. I draw my bow and let loose a shot. It hits but it wasn't vital and unfortunately because i acted so quickly without thought to my own position the enemy spotted me. They moved towards me but as they approached they took a few more arrows and dropped. Next thing i know mom moves towards me, its clear she knew I was there the whole time. She took a few moments to see if I was ok. I nod and show I'm still perfectly fine. Suddenly an arrow flies past and grazes my right arm. As I flinch in pain mom turns to see two archers taking aim right at us. Before either of us can react the second archer lets his shot fly. This arrow was aimed at me, i could tell this was going to be the shot that ends it all. I close my eyes and suddenly hear the thunk of the arrow....but i don't feel anything. My eyes open and there she is right in front of me blood falling from her mouth as she coughs, she took the arrow that was meant for me. Stunned at what has happened i couldn't find the words to talk. She looks at me and tells me to run, i can hardly move im shaking. "Go! Don't let my death be a waste! you're not allowed to die here". Reluctantly I retreat and find a spot to hide from all the fighting. Eventually the fighting came to an end, not in our defeat if you can believe it. An allied force rode in and saved our camp from total destruction and even pushed them back further in the coming battle. That didn't matter to me though. In an instant I lost what mattered the most. I failed, it was my fault, how could i let this happen. Walking through the camp the next morning I found her, pale and motionless on the ground. Fighting back the tears i reach for her bow, the only memento I have to remember her and what happened here. Taking a knee I recite prayer for her, but cant hold back the tears any longer sobbing over the only family i had left. "I'm sorry, I wasn't strong or brave enough to protect you when it mattered the most; I sat there like a scared child, I let you die because i couldn't find the courage to fight when you needed me." Getting up to join the coming fight I think to myself "Casualties might be inevitable, but i'll be damned if i let another person die because of my weakness"
The war ended and we finally earned our peace, though it's not a very stable one that's for sure. After that incident casualties went down in my platoon. I made sure my allies survived. Strangely enough after all of the fighting I experienced I couldn't quite go back to a quiet life, and i certainly couldn't go back to my house; It just wouldn't feel the same. I decided to make use of my skills and my mothers teachings to protect the city and it's people. After talking to the town guard they agreed to give me work as a scout for the city,I'm not an official town guard myself but they're willing to let me help. I'm going to be the early warning the town needs to prepare for any threat. There won't be any repeats of that night if I can help it. I'll go where ever they need me to if it helps. They said Blaseglen could use some scout work so i'll head there for now.
Here's my second char background, not sure if i'll use him and i feel like there's still a lot of story that can be included but i'll leave that for development in the party if I use him -Chris
Cannich was a relativity new place compared to other kingdoms so it was a prime target for an empire like Geranna. Next thing i know im swept up in to the militia and being trained for war. Nothing like crash course in warfare am i right? Guess i got lucky though, being skilled in archery allowed me to avoid the front lines. War was quite the wake up call thats for sure, peace seldom last when when you dont have people fighting for it, especially against a large empire like Geranna. I had no choice but to adapt to the situation. I just did my best to follow orders and avoid being targeted. Clearly I'm not very fond of being the center of attention. I'd rather just hide in the crowd to avoid being singled out. Sure it sounds a little cowardly but i had no intention of dying...or rather my mother said i wasn't allowed to die. Last thing i want to do is piss off mom, she can be scarier than any monster you've heard in stories.
Eventually we got to the battle of Whithorn which was not a good battle for either side. We didn't lose but we didn't really win either, losses were heavy but at least we held our ground. We were finally showing we could fight back, i just wish we didn't lose so many to prove that point. Many would say that casualties are just a part of war. They're right of course, but watching someone someone die in front of me is still not something i can just be ok with. Whenever it happens my mind is overwhelmed; wondering why I couldn't saved them, why i couldn't hit my mark....its my fault they died. Yeah it hits me pretty hard. So much that i started taking what my mother said to heart. "Focus, hit your mark, protect you allies". Instead of fighting to kill my enemy i focused more on protecting my allies from harm as bet i could. Of course I know i can't protect them all but the change in mindset from killing to protecting strengthened my resolve in this war. The tide was turning after Whithorn, Cannich was able to hold its ground and the end of the war looked like it was on the horizon. As losses were heavy many of the forces were condensed to maintain combat strength. Lucky for me the group I was in joined up with the one my mother was assigned to. I couldn't have been happier after all i've been through i could find comfort in the company of family. It didn't last long though. The camp was ambushed in the dead of night, somehow the enemy got past our night patrol. I wake up to the sound of clashing blades and screams of pain. Chaos in the camp; everywhere i looked. No one spotted me yet so i grabbed my bow and headed to cover hoping to stay hidden and take out a few enemies before losses become too much. In the back of my mind I was thinking of mom hoping she's ok. I started shaking at the thought of losing her in this ambush. The concern wouldn't leave my thoughts, I ended up skirting though the camp looking for her, again doing my best to stay out of sight. Eventually through all the chaos I found her fighting alongside her comrades. They were out numbered, but they were putting up a great fight for how few there were. Out of the corner of my eye I spot an enemy soldier charging at mom. I draw my bow and let loose a shot. It hits but it wasn't vital and unfortunately because i acted so quickly without thought to my own position the enemy spotted me. They moved towards me but as they approached they took a few more arrows and dropped. Next thing i know mom moves towards me, its clear she knew I was there the whole time. She took a few moments to see if I was ok. I nod and show I'm still perfectly fine. Suddenly an arrow flies past and grazes my right arm. As I flinch in pain mom turns to see two archers taking aim right at us. Before either of us can react the second archer lets his shot fly. This arrow was aimed at me, i could tell this was going to be the shot that ends it all. I close my eyes and suddenly hear the thunk of the arrow....but i don't feel anything. My eyes open and there she is right in front of me blood falling from her mouth as she coughs, she took the arrow that was meant for me. Stunned at what has happened i couldn't find the words to talk. She looks at me and tells me to run, i can hardly move im shaking. "Go! Don't let my death be a waste! you're not allowed to die here". Reluctantly I retreat and find a spot to hide from all the fighting. Eventually the fighting came to an end, not in our defeat if you can believe it. An allied force rode in and saved our camp from total destruction and even pushed them back further in the coming battle. That didn't matter to me though. In an instant I lost what mattered the most. I failed, it was my fault, how could i let this happen. Walking through the camp the next morning I found her, pale and motionless on the ground. Fighting back the tears i reach for her bow, the only memento I have to remember her and what happened here. Taking a knee I recite prayer for her, but cant hold back the tears any longer sobbing over the only family i had left. "I'm sorry, I wasn't strong or brave enough to protect you when it mattered the most; I sat there like a scared child, I let you die because i couldn't find the courage to fight when you needed me." Getting up to join the coming fight I think to myself "Casualties might be inevitable, but i'll be damned if i let another person die because of my weakness"
The war ended and we finally earned our peace, though it's not a very stable one that's for sure. After that incident casualties went down in my platoon. I made sure my allies survived. Strangely enough after all of the fighting I experienced I couldn't quite go back to a quiet life, and i certainly couldn't go back to my house; It just wouldn't feel the same. I decided to make use of my skills and my mothers teachings to protect the city and it's people. After talking to the town guard they agreed to give me work as a scout for the city,I'm not an official town guard myself but they're willing to let me help. I'm going to be the early warning the town needs to prepare for any threat. There won't be any repeats of that night if I can help it. I'll go where ever they need me to if it helps. They said Blaseglen could use some scout work so i'll head there for now.
Here's my second char background, not sure if i'll use him and i feel like there's still a lot of story that can be included but i'll leave that for development in the party if I use him -Chris