Fyzenguard The Unsheathed

Long ago in a snowed of great balance land called Fistendanoldhymer, I was born. Small little me….Heh. It’s hard for me to go that far back, you see it saddens me and bitters me. * Sighs with the slight content of not wanting to go into back to past memories* I was born to a beautiful forest nymph and a bold warlord of Nordic blood…Sounds great doesn’t Stranger.” * Closes his eyes and begins to think.* “My mother left my father right after me and my twin sister was born. I am expecting she went back to the woods where she originally came from, father always described her a wanderer of the woods and to be honest…I wander the woods a lot myself. Why she left I am not entirely sure for I think it was because of my father’s souring. There never has been any great tides in my life. From childhood or more specifically at the age of four my father placed a shield and sword in my hand. There he stood with his son training. No, it was not for protection neither, Wander. As I said my father was a Warlord. Now he wasn’t always a bad guy but changed shortly after I was born. He taught me never to fight and not defend what I know is right. Those were probably his most true words that came out of his mouth for me.

After eight years I turned twelve, again in the situation, he gave me a sword but this time… this time he pushed me away onto a horse with three other men. I didn’t fully understand what was going on but I trusted him” * Scoffs with a tad of a chuckle* ” Worst mistake but not my last. It so happens to be my father almost threw me away. As I rode with those three men who would eventually become my best buddies we eventually entered a great battlefield. There and then I knew what my father did but I didn’t fully feel what he had done. At the time I thought of him sending me off helping so I can just serve him… Terrible mistake but like I said stranger not my last. But however, I thought it right. You have to understand my father lied to me with greatness and I wanted to be just like him. You know the traditional..Umm… * Waves his mug around*”Father-son connection  ” * Finally he lifted his ale and drained it down with the sorrows of his past. Again he closes his eyes sighing as the liquid rushed down his throat breaking down the emotions he felt.* ” My father brainwashed me into being a special warrior who feels no pain and can has no stay from love. He said that since I was a warrior that lives on many long years that there was no time for love, no time for friends and family but him.

Well by and by as time goes on I do turn into somewhat of a ruthless warrior but not exactly ruthless ahh… More like a mild ruthless. ” * He slides his mug to the bartender to fill it up* ” I had become the best warrior in my land. I fought in many competitions and…. in very many many wars.” * Lifts his head and leans back in his chair* ” When I was around four hundred and sixty-eight years of age my father called out to all the Berserkers. I knew something was fishy when he called us all out. Only about thirty or forty Berserkers were present at the time. As we arrived he informed us that the Frost giants had finally come up in hoards of thousands and they were getting closer to destroy the entire lands of Fistendanoldhymer. Since we were the Berserkers it was informed that only Berserkers will be set out in a battle of this size” * As the bartender brings his drink he rests it in his hand. His frosty blue eyes look down into the dark liquid. The pressing memories seemed to threaten him into a depression but yet they still deepened on his mind.* ” So stranger we fallowed his rules and I thought after this he would finally show me the father connection I thought we had. As the battle began we were overrun instantly. Death and chaos flowed through that air but it was a feeling also. I was scared and thoroughly afraid as the battle tainted green. ” * He tenses a little and keeps his eyes closed* ” We were being slaughtered like pigs. ” * He spat out*”The Elves joined in but they were easily slaughtered. In fact, my armor is special for this fact. As the Elven king died I took his armor but to get to the point after the war only four of us were left. Thorner Of Dale, Strider Devoid, Teddy Horse and of course me. When we returned it seemed as if people didn’t know what had commenced. But no matter them I went to my father and of course he was happy that we had won but again he pushed me away. Strider and Thorner eased anger to my father Pilsner and for that, they were cast into the dungeon and eventually killed. Teddy Horse however disappeared and he is expected to be dead. My whole clan or family of warriors were killed just like that and I was treated like this.” * Then his eyes open and he slams his mug down onto the table and a little of the ale brushed onto the table. His bold and young face looks up with a saddening smile.* ” After I found my first wife Alexia. Boy, she was a pretty little thing and young too.” * He smiles and closes his eyes remembering the pleasant times with her* ” We had a boy after a couple of years and we both agreed on the named  Zane. A nice lad he was and very smart and intelligent.” * His mood harshened as he closed his eyes again thinking* ” A…their…. hahhh… a day came to where I went on one of my travels and didn’t return for some time. But when I did my city was burning and the dead engulfed it all. Yes, the dead engulfed it but not the dead you are thinking of, the undead. The first thought and action were to go find my wife and only child.” * Fyzengaurd looked to be a little shaky as he leans forward and drains his ale trying to numb his emotions and then rests his hands on his eyes* ” By the time I returned they were both being eaten on by found ghouls.” * The picture haunted him severely but he keeps on* ” Please just give me a moment……… Ghouls were ripping the flesh of my wife and child. After that, I lost control and that was the first official time I went Berserk. I went mad killing everything. Controlling myself was not an option. I couldn’t control myself as I slashed through endless hoards…I think. When I awoke then I stood with sword in my left hand and my wife and child in front of me. They stood there staring at me. I almost regurgitated as their dead bodies stood as the undead or lifeless ghouls.” * His eyes began to water as he took a moment and looks up and seemed to be crying.*Then and there I killed them or…”  ” What was left of them. The death of both of them would haunt me in dreams and they still do. It hurts so much to reimagine the picture of both of them. I loved them both with my heart but when they needed me I wasn’t there. After their deaths, I then truly became a monster. I had no feelings for anyone or anything. I hated people more then I hated myself but it was not by tradition. After so many years of every night thinking about them I finally met Belle. The first night she was there in my bed, she was there supporting my past and helping. It came to a point where I wouldn’t think about my old family. Belle was a cure for my life and I love her. We have now settled down and we have had a kid and soon to be a second.” * Smiles and then slides the mug off and then leas back in his chair closing his eyes*