02-28-2012, 02:54 PM
My story takes us to the age of myth,heroes and madmen...
Many years ago the mad-lord Armethias Breck, or Armethias the Broken,as he was known to the people, entered his twilight years but he did not rest as other lords did. Instead Armethias ordered a keep to be built, a keep like no other. Armethias demanded that the walls be impenetrable but oddly asked for the keep it-self to be built of wood and logs.
Years passes before even the walls were built to the mad-lord's standard,walls so high they blocked out the morning sun and killed what little light remained in the evening.Walls so intimidating even the fiercest raiders turned their eyes from the treasures that were held within,but sadly no wall can stop a Dragon. They came so suddenly,there was no chance for the guards to even dress into their mail and boiled leather armour before they were burned to ashes by the beasts of the demon.
The city and keep had burned,but the walls stood.Stood tall and strong for the next lord to come and think him-self safe behind them,and such a lord has.
The bandit lord Creatus Salvachi,A vicious warrior,noble by birth.Bandit by the hatred he holds for the men who raided his father's holdfast.Although Creatus is no bandit by title his action tell otherwise.He rides the land,slaughtering all he suspects of ever knowing the names of the raiders that destroyed his home,his life,his family's name.The constant slaughter of beggars,thieves and other variates of lowlife earned him the title Lord Creatus the Cruel,Bane of the living.
The Lord now resides within the walls of the ancient keep,uncaring of the danger that now lurks the land once more,the lord serves the Imperium in hope of gaining the strength to kill all those who ever did him wrong.
Many years ago the mad-lord Armethias Breck, or Armethias the Broken,as he was known to the people, entered his twilight years but he did not rest as other lords did. Instead Armethias ordered a keep to be built, a keep like no other. Armethias demanded that the walls be impenetrable but oddly asked for the keep it-self to be built of wood and logs.
Years passes before even the walls were built to the mad-lord's standard,walls so high they blocked out the morning sun and killed what little light remained in the evening.Walls so intimidating even the fiercest raiders turned their eyes from the treasures that were held within,but sadly no wall can stop a Dragon. They came so suddenly,there was no chance for the guards to even dress into their mail and boiled leather armour before they were burned to ashes by the beasts of the demon.
The city and keep had burned,but the walls stood.Stood tall and strong for the next lord to come and think him-self safe behind them,and such a lord has.
The bandit lord Creatus Salvachi,A vicious warrior,noble by birth.Bandit by the hatred he holds for the men who raided his father's holdfast.Although Creatus is no bandit by title his action tell otherwise.He rides the land,slaughtering all he suspects of ever knowing the names of the raiders that destroyed his home,his life,his family's name.The constant slaughter of beggars,thieves and other variates of lowlife earned him the title Lord Creatus the Cruel,Bane of the living.
The Lord now resides within the walls of the ancient keep,uncaring of the danger that now lurks the land once more,the lord serves the Imperium in hope of gaining the strength to kill all those who ever did him wrong.