Post by Jeran of Cimmeria on Jan 31, 2009 22:55:23 GMT -5
I am Jeran, son of Ternan, Chief of Windwolf clan in Southern Cimmeria. When I was sixteen, my father died. Before this, he called me to ride with him to the Field of Chiefs. On the Standing Stone, he announced I would be his successor. Despite my short stature compared to my kin and clansmen, I fought well enough to secure my place as Chief, as my father believed. For four years, I led my clan as my father before me and we endured, as all others of Cimmeria.
I will admit, I do not stand as tall as other Cimmerians. Be warned, all who oppose me would do well to not underestimate my skill with a blade. For they will surely mistake me and die. This was as true at fifteen as it is now... in my twenty-ninth year. I may have been the runt of the litter, but my ferocity more than made up for it and continues to serve me well.
I'd not seen twenty when those dogs from the Border Kingdoms came. When they attacked, they did so in the night. Those curs dared not face us in daylight. They struck swiftly and without remorse. Aye, they fought well. They died well, too. My wife was taken and my fellow family killed... but not before I claimed at least thirteen heads. I do not know what happened to my brother. He was away when we were raided.
Why I was spared, I did not know for some time. I was later told they had use for me and I was sold as a pit-fighter and slave to some wealthy swine whose name I did not know. I was a slave on that heap of a ship for six years, or so, I believe. I was then purchased as an assassin by some cur in Iranistan. When I saw my opportunity, I spilled the guts of that knave and all who dared to give chase.
I am currently wandering the Misty Isles off the Vendhyan coast. As a free man, I seek to travel and wander these lands. I'd not seen enough of Hyboria in my slavery to stave off my desire for the freedom of the open world. Life is not worth living, if you'd not experienced it.
In servitude, I knew little of the outside world, save for what I saw while traveling from one pit to another. What little I saw wet my appetite for travel, but first... I must find my wife and sister, should they still live and that, as they say, is that.
I will admit, I do not stand as tall as other Cimmerians. Be warned, all who oppose me would do well to not underestimate my skill with a blade. For they will surely mistake me and die. This was as true at fifteen as it is now... in my twenty-ninth year. I may have been the runt of the litter, but my ferocity more than made up for it and continues to serve me well.
I'd not seen twenty when those dogs from the Border Kingdoms came. When they attacked, they did so in the night. Those curs dared not face us in daylight. They struck swiftly and without remorse. Aye, they fought well. They died well, too. My wife was taken and my fellow family killed... but not before I claimed at least thirteen heads. I do not know what happened to my brother. He was away when we were raided.
Why I was spared, I did not know for some time. I was later told they had use for me and I was sold as a pit-fighter and slave to some wealthy swine whose name I did not know. I was a slave on that heap of a ship for six years, or so, I believe. I was then purchased as an assassin by some cur in Iranistan. When I saw my opportunity, I spilled the guts of that knave and all who dared to give chase.
I am currently wandering the Misty Isles off the Vendhyan coast. As a free man, I seek to travel and wander these lands. I'd not seen enough of Hyboria in my slavery to stave off my desire for the freedom of the open world. Life is not worth living, if you'd not experienced it.
In servitude, I knew little of the outside world, save for what I saw while traveling from one pit to another. What little I saw wet my appetite for travel, but first... I must find my wife and sister, should they still live and that, as they say, is that.