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Helm, grant me strength. Allow me to protect those whom I vow to protect. Through my vigilance, let your strength smite those who wish evil upon them, and guide my hand to swift justice.
A man of above average height kneels before a makeshift alter, a wooden structure with a silver chain bearing the symbol of Helm upon it. The man has light brown hair, neatly tied back and well groomed. His face bares a neatly trimmed beard, kept quite short. Finishing his prayers, the man stands up, he works his way into a chain shirt and lifts his curved greatsword.
"Saman!" The call rings out. Ready the man turns towards the door of his inn room and responds. "On my way, Sir."
Out the door a taller, more muscular man, stands before him. His hair beginning to grey, along with other traits, betrays his age though does not lessen his very imposing presence.
"Your being dismissed, Grunt." He says bluntly.
"But, Sir..?"
"I don't want to hear it. You disobeyed direct orders of your contract. The Company is letting you go. Pack up and move out, now." The man points sternly at the door.
"The contract did not state I would be required to---" Saman begins.
"Now" The man cuts him off with a glare.
Reluctantly Saman packs his few belongings and departs, finding odd jobs for sometime. Eventually he finds himself at an inn, where he hears of horrible things happening to the north. A great need for those both willing, and capable to combat an evil trying to cover the land with a veil of Tyranny.
A man of above average height kneels before a makeshift alter, a wooden structure with a silver chain bearing the symbol of Helm upon it. The man has light brown hair, neatly tied back and well groomed. His face bares a neatly trimmed beard, kept quite short. Finishing his prayers, the man stands up, he works his way into a chain shirt and lifts his curved greatsword.
"Saman!" The call rings out. Ready the man turns towards the door of his inn room and responds. "On my way, Sir."
Out the door a taller, more muscular man, stands before him. His hair beginning to grey, along with other traits, betrays his age though does not lessen his very imposing presence.
"Your being dismissed, Grunt." He says bluntly.
"But, Sir..?"
"I don't want to hear it. You disobeyed direct orders of your contract. The Company is letting you go. Pack up and move out, now." The man points sternly at the door.
"The contract did not state I would be required to---" Saman begins.
"Now" The man cuts him off with a glare.
Reluctantly Saman packs his few belongings and departs, finding odd jobs for sometime. Eventually he finds himself at an inn, where he hears of horrible things happening to the north. A great need for those both willing, and capable to combat an evil trying to cover the land with a veil of Tyranny.
