rocker710
05-27-2006, 03:57 AM
My characters story, wrote it for my guild, but I figured I would post it here as well. Comment as you want, helpful if possible though.
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I was born in a remote village, near the Drakwald. My father was a blacksmith, and he had hoped I would follow in his footsteps, unfortunately, the divine powers had other plans. I had an interest in Sigmar since 9, when several warrior priests saved the village from a small chaos warband. They were my heroes, and I followed them around everywhere through the village. After they left I spent alot of time playing the warrior priest, pretending I was killing beastmen and chaos worshippers. Misfortune struck a few years later, while I was out in the forest. I was busy with several of the village boys building a fort, when we saw smoke rising over the trees...rushing back to the village, we found it obliterated, bodies lying everywhere. The warband the priests had defeated before had returned for revenge. Searching the ruins, I soon found the body of my family. My father was lying beside the bodies of 4 enemies, with his trusty warhammer nearby. My mother and sisters were a way behind. Consumed by grief, I wandered in the woods for days, before being found by a hermit living in a mountain...
The hermit was a former sigmarite, and he told me much of how Sigmar killed the orcs at Black Fire Pass, and how he forged the Empire. I took up his beliefs with a passion, as it took away some of the pain of my families passing. As I grew up, I longed more and more to take revenge on those who had destroyed my life. At 18, I bade the hermit farewell, and left for Altdorf. It was a long, hard journey, with many hardships. At one point, I had to resort to force of arms, and it was then that I found out about my fathers warhammer. When I struck down a bandit, he crumpled like paper. I looked at my hammer. Sizing up a large rock, I hit it as hard as I could. It shattered into a million pieces. I had had no idea my fathers hammer was this powerful, who had he really been?
Eventually, I arrived in Altdorf. Seeking out the temple of Sigmar, I entered into his training. After 5 years, I emerged as a Warrior Priest of Sigmar. The temple's priests had confirmed my hammer's power, although they claimed not to know who had wielded it. I immediately left for the north with a small warband of followers. After many days of travel, we arrived back at my old village. We constructed a large memorial, before striking out again. After several years of searching and battling, we found the warband. It was lead by a horrific Tzeentch warrior, going by the name of Slethak. My warband and I charged into the fray. Slethak and I met blades in the centre. Suffice to say, these scars on my face and my side are from that day. At the end of the fighting, all of the Chaos were dead, but so were my followers. Standing alone, I howled my victory to the sky.
The battle was not over though, Slethak rose to his feet again, a strange light burning in his eyes. "You cannot escape me, mortal!" I retorted "I seek not to escape you!" We went back at it, as the sky darkened above. The forest around was wrecked, and we were both bleeding from a dozen wounds. At that moment Slethak struck me such a blow, that I fell to my knees. As he raised his blade for the killing blow, I was surrounded by images of my father, leading a charge, fighting, and then dying. I was Sigmar, and I stood through the blow Slethak struck me, smashing his skull with a single blow of my hammer. I then proceeded to collapse, all my wounds healed, aside from the ones from the first fight. I woke a couple of days later, and managed to get to a nearby village. They sheltered me, and I returned to Altdorf. My mental condition was critical, and the high priests judged that I was unsafe. They sent to spread the word of Sigmar in Araby and other heathen lands.
While on the ship journey, our ship was attacked by pirates, a fearsome pirate commanding them. I was a monster of war, and I was boarding them, not the other way around. Pirates fell beneath my hammer, but then I was confronted with the captain. I threw myself at him. After several minutes of fighting, I was stretched out on the deck, a blade at my neck. Surprisingly, I was spared and kept as a captive. The captain made me walk amoung the men, inspiring them with firey words. After a year of this, I was one of the crew, allowed to walk around armed and armoured without supervision. I had helped take many ships and raid towns, although I would always encourage the attacking of Non-Sigmarite Ships/Towns.
It was at this time that The Age of Reckoning came around. The dark elf raiding ships were a menace along the Empire Coast, stealing our plunder and sometimes attacking us. Our captain made the descision to turn to banditry, and we beached the ship. We named ourselves the Nuln Highway Boys...
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I was born in a remote village, near the Drakwald. My father was a blacksmith, and he had hoped I would follow in his footsteps, unfortunately, the divine powers had other plans. I had an interest in Sigmar since 9, when several warrior priests saved the village from a small chaos warband. They were my heroes, and I followed them around everywhere through the village. After they left I spent alot of time playing the warrior priest, pretending I was killing beastmen and chaos worshippers. Misfortune struck a few years later, while I was out in the forest. I was busy with several of the village boys building a fort, when we saw smoke rising over the trees...rushing back to the village, we found it obliterated, bodies lying everywhere. The warband the priests had defeated before had returned for revenge. Searching the ruins, I soon found the body of my family. My father was lying beside the bodies of 4 enemies, with his trusty warhammer nearby. My mother and sisters were a way behind. Consumed by grief, I wandered in the woods for days, before being found by a hermit living in a mountain...
The hermit was a former sigmarite, and he told me much of how Sigmar killed the orcs at Black Fire Pass, and how he forged the Empire. I took up his beliefs with a passion, as it took away some of the pain of my families passing. As I grew up, I longed more and more to take revenge on those who had destroyed my life. At 18, I bade the hermit farewell, and left for Altdorf. It was a long, hard journey, with many hardships. At one point, I had to resort to force of arms, and it was then that I found out about my fathers warhammer. When I struck down a bandit, he crumpled like paper. I looked at my hammer. Sizing up a large rock, I hit it as hard as I could. It shattered into a million pieces. I had had no idea my fathers hammer was this powerful, who had he really been?
Eventually, I arrived in Altdorf. Seeking out the temple of Sigmar, I entered into his training. After 5 years, I emerged as a Warrior Priest of Sigmar. The temple's priests had confirmed my hammer's power, although they claimed not to know who had wielded it. I immediately left for the north with a small warband of followers. After many days of travel, we arrived back at my old village. We constructed a large memorial, before striking out again. After several years of searching and battling, we found the warband. It was lead by a horrific Tzeentch warrior, going by the name of Slethak. My warband and I charged into the fray. Slethak and I met blades in the centre. Suffice to say, these scars on my face and my side are from that day. At the end of the fighting, all of the Chaos were dead, but so were my followers. Standing alone, I howled my victory to the sky.
The battle was not over though, Slethak rose to his feet again, a strange light burning in his eyes. "You cannot escape me, mortal!" I retorted "I seek not to escape you!" We went back at it, as the sky darkened above. The forest around was wrecked, and we were both bleeding from a dozen wounds. At that moment Slethak struck me such a blow, that I fell to my knees. As he raised his blade for the killing blow, I was surrounded by images of my father, leading a charge, fighting, and then dying. I was Sigmar, and I stood through the blow Slethak struck me, smashing his skull with a single blow of my hammer. I then proceeded to collapse, all my wounds healed, aside from the ones from the first fight. I woke a couple of days later, and managed to get to a nearby village. They sheltered me, and I returned to Altdorf. My mental condition was critical, and the high priests judged that I was unsafe. They sent to spread the word of Sigmar in Araby and other heathen lands.
While on the ship journey, our ship was attacked by pirates, a fearsome pirate commanding them. I was a monster of war, and I was boarding them, not the other way around. Pirates fell beneath my hammer, but then I was confronted with the captain. I threw myself at him. After several minutes of fighting, I was stretched out on the deck, a blade at my neck. Surprisingly, I was spared and kept as a captive. The captain made me walk amoung the men, inspiring them with firey words. After a year of this, I was one of the crew, allowed to walk around armed and armoured without supervision. I had helped take many ships and raid towns, although I would always encourage the attacking of Non-Sigmarite Ships/Towns.
It was at this time that The Age of Reckoning came around. The dark elf raiding ships were a menace along the Empire Coast, stealing our plunder and sometimes attacking us. Our captain made the descision to turn to banditry, and we beached the ship. We named ourselves the Nuln Highway Boys...