Post by Er Shunruo on Sept 24, 2006 23:55:19 GMT -5
Name: Sæuðr Irongoat
AKA: Er Shunruo
Age: 35
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 150
Appearance:
Strength: 100
Wisdom: 100
Leadership: 100
Charisma: 0
Gold: 500
Dueling Info:
HP: 750
Attack: 5
DP: 0
Spent: 10
- Slash
- Stab
- Dodge
Current Army:
750 Mounted Einheriar- Guardian Caste (Imperial Guards, Embossed Shields, Platemail, Halberds, 2x Eastern Sword, War Stallions)
750 Mounted Einheriar- Assault Caste (Imperial Guards, Platemail, 2 Handed Swords, War Stallions)
500 Mounted Einheriar- Hunter Caste (Imperial Guards, Platemail, Chu Ko Nu, 2 Handed Axe, War Stallions)
500 Eastern Swordsmen- (Militia, Embossed Shields, Eastern Sword)
Troop Totals: 2500
2000 Imperial Guards
500 Militia
Items:
2000 Platmail (2000 Equipped)
2000 War Stallions (2000 Equipped)
750 Embossed Shields (500 Equipped)
750 Halberds (750 Equipped)
1500 Eastern Swords (500 Equipped)
750 2 Handed Swords (750 Equipped)
750 Cho Ko Nu (750 Equipped)
750 2 Handed Axe (750 Equipped)
500 Swords (0 Equipped)
(In case there is any question as to how I acquired the items I have as well as equipped the militia, here's the answer. I was allowed to bring 10% of my troops over from the last game and I had them equipped to the teeth. Well now that the new game is started new rules for the weapons came out and the equipment they had was re-allocated, the biggest instance of this, the shields the men with halberds had. I gave them to the militia along with the eastern swords the men were carrying.)
Bio:
Well damn, where do I begin? I guess I could start at the beginning of my life; the moment I sprang from my mother, but that'd be a lie. Instead let tell you where I was truly born, the battlefield. As I lay here facing the light that consumes us all the accounts of my life pass before me starting with my oldest of memories.
I was 3 years old when the battle took place, the one that would set into motion a series of events that would ultimately lead me here. There were men as far as my eyes could see, and mixed into it all was my father. He was a beast among men on the field and without hesitation would kill those who opposed his liege. He always told me stories of the man Shang Xilang and how he would stick by his side.
Si had attempted to break away from Zhao but it wouldn't be without bloodshed. They met on the fields of battle on numerous occasions but this is one I would remember forever. Father brought me with him and assigned 200 men to guard me at the edge of the field so I could watch the battle unfold. He always told me stories of our heritage and talked of battle. At such a young age I would be caught trying to unsheathe his sword and wield it, alas, it was too much for me. This battle was raging and my brothers and uncles were in it. From the distance I could still make out my father, though the coming actions would be burned forever in my mind.
He was cutting men down like blades of grass when he saw in the distance his liege Xilang get struck down. He halted, only for a second, and entered his berserker rage. With even his bare hands he ripped men in two as he cleared a path to Shang. Upon his arrival though, the man was lifeless. He held him for a second while the fighting continued on around him. Yelling to the heavens he drew his liege's sword alongside his own and began to kill everyone in his way leaving only bodies in his wake.
Eventually he was so far into enemy ranks he was surrounded yet he did not falter, he would not fail. I saw him look around as if trying to locate allies yet all he saw were enemies. It took more men to bring him down then most others. He had numerous wounds upon him that took their toll and finally a piercing sword to his heart ended it all for him. Before my eyes stood the horror of my father’s death, the end of a true warrior’s life, though his stories he told me would never be forgotten.
Since I was born he talked to me of the Norse people and their beliefs. How the halls of Valhalla would be filled with those worthy of facing Ragnarok head on. He explained to me how the warrior’s souls would be carried there, by battle maidens called Valkyries. And at the moment I saw him slain I new my calling.
After the battle was over I went down to find his body. Those sent to guard me brought him with us on our return to Xia Pi but it was not as it was before. It seemed that while he was away the enemies of Si launched an attack and claimed the city. When I arrived I was greeted by a force almost sizing in at 2000 battle hardened troops that swore allegiance to me and my younger sister. At the time I thought the idea insane since I was just a girl but the man leading them would serve my fathers' bloodline relentlessly and to honor him he was set to the oceans and lit on fire and the smoke carried his soul to Valhalla as I, a Valkyrie, commanded.
We traveled to the south west into barbarian lands where I was raised by those who raised my father. When I came of age the man who had taken care of me presented me with a gift that apparently my father had intended to give me. Inside the box was a set of armor and a sword with a note that read,
"My dearest daughter, carrier of my blood, if you are reading this then it means I had not lived long enough to see you wear the armor. I forged this for you when you were born, along with your sword as was done by my father and his father before him. You have always been my little valkyrie and you shall prove to be one of great renown one day. With all my heart, may Odin watch over you. Take care of your sister for me; I'll see you both again, in the halls of Valhalla."
I wept for days over the letter he left before I pulled myself together. I was only 11 years old yet now I felt to be in my 20's. When I placed the armor upon myself and brandished my blade I felt a power coursing throughout myself. I knew what it was I must do at that moment; I would take revenge upon those that killed my father.
For years I traveled the lands with my army, and I eventually met a man that took my heart. We were wed and had a child when I was only 15, oh how young and foolish I was. In the next years my husband was killed in an attack on some bandits and I am left with my sister and my daughter. Together we travel the land and soon we will make our presence known to all of china. I have 2500 men willing to die for me; unfortunately they may have to as well.
The one thing that had started to bother me as I roamed was my dreams, I began to see things of an awe inspiring nature. One of them was of my daughter. She is walking into what appears to be a throne room and angelic wings shoot from her back.
She walks forward more and draws her sword, holding it high to the heavens. As she brings it crashing down to the ground the wings shoot inward as if there power is being drawn into her blade. The bricks are pierced violently by her sword and they crumble under it.
She yells at the top of her lungs filling my head to where I can't hear my own thoughts. The force of the strike is enough to cause and explosion devastating the entire area but leaving her untoched.
Then it hits me and I know her destiny before I fully know my own. My sister and I had shared the dream and talked between us about it. We knew we needed to protect her, she played a key role in the way things would happen in the land and I made damn sure no harm came to her. Together we would fight and destroy our enemies and those that killed my father. There was only a few words to describe my actions,
It's not about punishment, it's about vengeance...
AKA: Er Shunruo
Age: 35
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 150
Appearance:
Strength: 100
Wisdom: 100
Leadership: 100
Charisma: 0
Gold: 500
Dueling Info:
HP: 750
Attack: 5
DP: 0
Spent: 10
- Slash
- Stab
- Dodge
Current Army:
750 Mounted Einheriar- Guardian Caste (Imperial Guards, Embossed Shields, Platemail, Halberds, 2x Eastern Sword, War Stallions)
750 Mounted Einheriar- Assault Caste (Imperial Guards, Platemail, 2 Handed Swords, War Stallions)
500 Mounted Einheriar- Hunter Caste (Imperial Guards, Platemail, Chu Ko Nu, 2 Handed Axe, War Stallions)
500 Eastern Swordsmen- (Militia, Embossed Shields, Eastern Sword)
Troop Totals: 2500
2000 Imperial Guards
500 Militia
Items:
2000 Platmail (2000 Equipped)
2000 War Stallions (2000 Equipped)
750 Embossed Shields (500 Equipped)
750 Halberds (750 Equipped)
1500 Eastern Swords (500 Equipped)
750 2 Handed Swords (750 Equipped)
750 Cho Ko Nu (750 Equipped)
750 2 Handed Axe (750 Equipped)
500 Swords (0 Equipped)
(In case there is any question as to how I acquired the items I have as well as equipped the militia, here's the answer. I was allowed to bring 10% of my troops over from the last game and I had them equipped to the teeth. Well now that the new game is started new rules for the weapons came out and the equipment they had was re-allocated, the biggest instance of this, the shields the men with halberds had. I gave them to the militia along with the eastern swords the men were carrying.)
Bio:
Well damn, where do I begin? I guess I could start at the beginning of my life; the moment I sprang from my mother, but that'd be a lie. Instead let tell you where I was truly born, the battlefield. As I lay here facing the light that consumes us all the accounts of my life pass before me starting with my oldest of memories.
I was 3 years old when the battle took place, the one that would set into motion a series of events that would ultimately lead me here. There were men as far as my eyes could see, and mixed into it all was my father. He was a beast among men on the field and without hesitation would kill those who opposed his liege. He always told me stories of the man Shang Xilang and how he would stick by his side.
Si had attempted to break away from Zhao but it wouldn't be without bloodshed. They met on the fields of battle on numerous occasions but this is one I would remember forever. Father brought me with him and assigned 200 men to guard me at the edge of the field so I could watch the battle unfold. He always told me stories of our heritage and talked of battle. At such a young age I would be caught trying to unsheathe his sword and wield it, alas, it was too much for me. This battle was raging and my brothers and uncles were in it. From the distance I could still make out my father, though the coming actions would be burned forever in my mind.
He was cutting men down like blades of grass when he saw in the distance his liege Xilang get struck down. He halted, only for a second, and entered his berserker rage. With even his bare hands he ripped men in two as he cleared a path to Shang. Upon his arrival though, the man was lifeless. He held him for a second while the fighting continued on around him. Yelling to the heavens he drew his liege's sword alongside his own and began to kill everyone in his way leaving only bodies in his wake.
Eventually he was so far into enemy ranks he was surrounded yet he did not falter, he would not fail. I saw him look around as if trying to locate allies yet all he saw were enemies. It took more men to bring him down then most others. He had numerous wounds upon him that took their toll and finally a piercing sword to his heart ended it all for him. Before my eyes stood the horror of my father’s death, the end of a true warrior’s life, though his stories he told me would never be forgotten.
Since I was born he talked to me of the Norse people and their beliefs. How the halls of Valhalla would be filled with those worthy of facing Ragnarok head on. He explained to me how the warrior’s souls would be carried there, by battle maidens called Valkyries. And at the moment I saw him slain I new my calling.
After the battle was over I went down to find his body. Those sent to guard me brought him with us on our return to Xia Pi but it was not as it was before. It seemed that while he was away the enemies of Si launched an attack and claimed the city. When I arrived I was greeted by a force almost sizing in at 2000 battle hardened troops that swore allegiance to me and my younger sister. At the time I thought the idea insane since I was just a girl but the man leading them would serve my fathers' bloodline relentlessly and to honor him he was set to the oceans and lit on fire and the smoke carried his soul to Valhalla as I, a Valkyrie, commanded.
We traveled to the south west into barbarian lands where I was raised by those who raised my father. When I came of age the man who had taken care of me presented me with a gift that apparently my father had intended to give me. Inside the box was a set of armor and a sword with a note that read,
"My dearest daughter, carrier of my blood, if you are reading this then it means I had not lived long enough to see you wear the armor. I forged this for you when you were born, along with your sword as was done by my father and his father before him. You have always been my little valkyrie and you shall prove to be one of great renown one day. With all my heart, may Odin watch over you. Take care of your sister for me; I'll see you both again, in the halls of Valhalla."
I wept for days over the letter he left before I pulled myself together. I was only 11 years old yet now I felt to be in my 20's. When I placed the armor upon myself and brandished my blade I felt a power coursing throughout myself. I knew what it was I must do at that moment; I would take revenge upon those that killed my father.
For years I traveled the lands with my army, and I eventually met a man that took my heart. We were wed and had a child when I was only 15, oh how young and foolish I was. In the next years my husband was killed in an attack on some bandits and I am left with my sister and my daughter. Together we travel the land and soon we will make our presence known to all of china. I have 2500 men willing to die for me; unfortunately they may have to as well.
The one thing that had started to bother me as I roamed was my dreams, I began to see things of an awe inspiring nature. One of them was of my daughter. She is walking into what appears to be a throne room and angelic wings shoot from her back.
She walks forward more and draws her sword, holding it high to the heavens. As she brings it crashing down to the ground the wings shoot inward as if there power is being drawn into her blade. The bricks are pierced violently by her sword and they crumble under it.
She yells at the top of her lungs filling my head to where I can't hear my own thoughts. The force of the strike is enough to cause and explosion devastating the entire area but leaving her untoched.
Then it hits me and I know her destiny before I fully know my own. My sister and I had shared the dream and talked between us about it. We knew we needed to protect her, she played a key role in the way things would happen in the land and I made damn sure no harm came to her. Together we would fight and destroy our enemies and those that killed my father. There was only a few words to describe my actions,
It's not about punishment, it's about vengeance...
