Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jul 8, 2007 23:11:04 GMT -5
I had a rather idyllic childhood all things considered. Oh I was born Shahrizi and by nature we are a predatory family. Mayhap a comparison to sharks would be in order. But at the same time we are loyal to our own and the games that Shahrizi children play are so much more than the mundane games of other children especially when the adolescent years come on.
Being the third son I did not have the pressure of the family legacy of my older brother Marion. Or the pressures of an alliance marriage in the future like my older sister Amanda. Thus I kept mostly to my own devices and whims respected and looked up to by my younger sisters and watched over by my elder siblings.
Knowing that his third son would have to make his own way in the world my father set up some small investments for me at an early age to help supplement my future income the funds to become available upon my reaching the age majority. Being a shrewd judge of character especially of his son my father suspected some form of military service would suit me. I was always gregarious and in the thick of things with an angel’s heart and a charming devil’s disposition. Just the sort men and women would follow to hell and back and then some. Thus the great works of military minds of the ages were made available to me throughout my schooling. I was also instructed from a young age in the various martial aspects of my chosen profession. Thus I developed the type of carriage and some might say paranoia that only comes with a lifetime of devotion to the art.
After reaching my Majority I enlisted and went off to help patrol the Skaldian boarder. Of course I had to go through the mandatory training as a would be soldier in the Queen’s army. It was what I had prepared for all my life and I flourished. Also my father had guessed right and I did related exceedingly well to the other men often gaming, drinking, and womanizing with them. Since I was a soldier not opposed to get down in the gutter with the others it proved that I was loved by them.
In relative peace time there were not many major offensives on the Skaldian front. But that does not mean to say that my group and the Unforgiven were not tested. We were frequently and regularly much like the various Skaldiac Clans test each other. It kept us all sharp and ready even if events stayed to talking and not to the clash of steel. In the course of my service I even learned to speak fluent Skaldiac.
Of course all things change. One night on patrol we set upon by a raiding party from across the boarder. The fight was a quick, close, and dirty business like real fights are. In the dark it was a matter of strike and counter strike. In the course of the melee I killed at last three of my adversaries. Unfortunately I also received a wound on my left cheek. In light of the victory I scored it seemed a small thing. But the wound soon became infected and left me seriously ill for about a month before I recovered.
After my recovery I decided that killing fur clad barbarians was no way for a civilized man to spend his life. Thus I left the service with a small lump sum of money as well as my wages that had been dutifully investing along with the funds my father had originally set up for me. And with that and nothing but hope I have established residence in the City of Eula. Passing word to the Shahrizi of the imminent arrival of another cousin as well as giving proper notice to the Crown and the military of the arrival in the City of a person that some may find of passing interest.
With some luck I hope to find service with one noble or another in matters pertaining to the martial. With luck this will even take place before my meager funds run out. But I am certainly sure that even failing in the City of Eula has to be much better than waiting for that inevitable ax swinging Skladic warrior to cleave my skull. If worse comes to worse I can always journey back to Kusheth with my tail between my legs. What will be will be.
Being the third son I did not have the pressure of the family legacy of my older brother Marion. Or the pressures of an alliance marriage in the future like my older sister Amanda. Thus I kept mostly to my own devices and whims respected and looked up to by my younger sisters and watched over by my elder siblings.
Knowing that his third son would have to make his own way in the world my father set up some small investments for me at an early age to help supplement my future income the funds to become available upon my reaching the age majority. Being a shrewd judge of character especially of his son my father suspected some form of military service would suit me. I was always gregarious and in the thick of things with an angel’s heart and a charming devil’s disposition. Just the sort men and women would follow to hell and back and then some. Thus the great works of military minds of the ages were made available to me throughout my schooling. I was also instructed from a young age in the various martial aspects of my chosen profession. Thus I developed the type of carriage and some might say paranoia that only comes with a lifetime of devotion to the art.
After reaching my Majority I enlisted and went off to help patrol the Skaldian boarder. Of course I had to go through the mandatory training as a would be soldier in the Queen’s army. It was what I had prepared for all my life and I flourished. Also my father had guessed right and I did related exceedingly well to the other men often gaming, drinking, and womanizing with them. Since I was a soldier not opposed to get down in the gutter with the others it proved that I was loved by them.
In relative peace time there were not many major offensives on the Skaldian front. But that does not mean to say that my group and the Unforgiven were not tested. We were frequently and regularly much like the various Skaldiac Clans test each other. It kept us all sharp and ready even if events stayed to talking and not to the clash of steel. In the course of my service I even learned to speak fluent Skaldiac.
Of course all things change. One night on patrol we set upon by a raiding party from across the boarder. The fight was a quick, close, and dirty business like real fights are. In the dark it was a matter of strike and counter strike. In the course of the melee I killed at last three of my adversaries. Unfortunately I also received a wound on my left cheek. In light of the victory I scored it seemed a small thing. But the wound soon became infected and left me seriously ill for about a month before I recovered.
After my recovery I decided that killing fur clad barbarians was no way for a civilized man to spend his life. Thus I left the service with a small lump sum of money as well as my wages that had been dutifully investing along with the funds my father had originally set up for me. And with that and nothing but hope I have established residence in the City of Eula. Passing word to the Shahrizi of the imminent arrival of another cousin as well as giving proper notice to the Crown and the military of the arrival in the City of a person that some may find of passing interest.
With some luck I hope to find service with one noble or another in matters pertaining to the martial. With luck this will even take place before my meager funds run out. But I am certainly sure that even failing in the City of Eula has to be much better than waiting for that inevitable ax swinging Skladic warrior to cleave my skull. If worse comes to worse I can always journey back to Kusheth with my tail between my legs. What will be will be.