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| 13 Dec 2013 10:48 AM |
Growning up in an Orcish tribe a few miles from Fort Moens, I made my decision at a young age to enlist in Mandoria when my clan was slain by Goblins. After four-years of service, I made my departure to Hirsdenia, where I served months before the empire crumbled. After-wards, I fled to Argania where within weeks of my presence, the Empire crumbled.
Lost, I turned to Jardia, where after four days of my stay, I was eager to leave; seeing their state of disorter, chaos and anarchy, I knew I could not stay. From there I was found my a Wyngerian leader, who recruited me...and took me to his homelands. After two-years enrolled, Wyngeria fell. I began to travel back to Mandoria, and after passing through the wild, untamed lands of Slongaria, I found a fort under-seige by strange men from a strange land, I raced to arms and helped expel these intruders, to find Slongaria - in secret - slowly growing to power. I was rewarded rank for my service, and joined my sixth empire.
After a year, war was on the horizon, and I found that, our leader would not be stayed in those times of blood. I did my best to prevent Slongaria's destruction, I public protested about not only Slongaria's participation in the war, but in our leader as well. Exiled, I returned to Mandoria, and Slongaria did fall, I blame only myself for that.
Living months as a civillian in Mandoria, I traveled one day to fort Stone-Cuckoo, where I found an Ambassador of a new Slongaria, I was all to curious and interested to deny his offer, and joined him.
I climbed through the ranks of Slongaria once again, and found myelf at Lincor before long, and after weeks, I tired of Peurostiil and her conflicts.
I abandoned my rank, and returned to my birth-place outside of Moens, where I live to this day, in solitude. |
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