Galan Bradwarden
Human
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
A Noble's life is not something he wants to do. And having his marriage arranged for him is also something he wishes to do away with although it had already been done. So on a rainy Fall morning Galan had set out onto the roads, leaving the town of Brecconary behind him to start his life anew.
IC:
The afternoon sun was quickly fading into the hills as evening approached. I found myself standing at the border of my homeland where it met the Realm of Corillian..also known as The Plains Lands. I knew little of this region, the extent of my knowledge allowing me to know that there were at east two settlements here, the popluations of each comprising mainly of Humans. But theye were far apart in distance. The other inhabitants of the land I was not sure about. But I took one last look behind me as I took those final steps beyond the border and kept on walking. I had been walking for almost two weeks now. My only companions being the birds in the sky or the occasional deer that happened to cross my path. As I walked on I took a moment to examin the road...from the looks of it traffic here was sparse. The tracks looked to be at least a week old. I also knew it would be dark soon and should perhaps set up camp. But I kept on walking, I could set up camp easily enough anyway. All I had to do was take the bed roll form my pack and unroll it onto the gorund. As for personal defense..I had my wits, my fists, and my Grandfather's Longsword. But there was one thing I did not know...when or if I would return home.
Human
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
A Noble's life is not something he wants to do. And having his marriage arranged for him is also something he wishes to do away with although it had already been done. So on a rainy Fall morning Galan had set out onto the roads, leaving the town of Brecconary behind him to start his life anew.
IC:
The afternoon sun was quickly fading into the hills as evening approached. I found myself standing at the border of my homeland where it met the Realm of Corillian..also known as The Plains Lands. I knew little of this region, the extent of my knowledge allowing me to know that there were at east two settlements here, the popluations of each comprising mainly of Humans. But theye were far apart in distance. The other inhabitants of the land I was not sure about. But I took one last look behind me as I took those final steps beyond the border and kept on walking. I had been walking for almost two weeks now. My only companions being the birds in the sky or the occasional deer that happened to cross my path. As I walked on I took a moment to examin the road...from the looks of it traffic here was sparse. The tracks looked to be at least a week old. I also knew it would be dark soon and should perhaps set up camp. But I kept on walking, I could set up camp easily enough anyway. All I had to do was take the bed roll form my pack and unroll it onto the gorund. As for personal defense..I had my wits, my fists, and my Grandfather's Longsword. But there was one thing I did not know...when or if I would return home.
