Hello m'lady! 

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Welcome to the game, i hope you enjoy it and feel free to ask here in the forum all your doubts. will be a pleasure to help you

My Lady,

welcome to Stormfall. It's pleasure to have you here.

Enjoy the game and feel free to ask an advice in Forum.

Welcome to stormfall 

I Look forward to getting to know u all

Hail and well met, slayers all, I'm sure. I am new here and as yet unsettled. Think me not untested in battle, for I was weaned on a crow's field; the off-cast of a berserker and a battle maiden. Cursed by both parents and brought up by camp followers of a mercenary band of footmen who fought for any dirty silver they could get. As soon as I was old enough to carry a pack or a torch I was put to work to step and fetch for any man that called. As soon as I could claim an enemy's dagger I was put to work cutting the throats of wounded enemy soldiers when they fell. Thieves had more honor than the men I lived and worked for. They carried black shields and none could sign his name but make his mark. Would they have accepted me as a member in time? I do not know. The question will never be answered. The band was hired by a warlord to wipe out a band of barbarians that were much more civilized than we were.

They were men with skin that was so dark brown it was nearly black. They were thin and very tall, with tightly curled hair they wore closely cropped to their heads. They wore brightly colored tunics, broad belts, and sandals. They carry tall, narrow shields of painted hide stretched over wooden frames. Their main weapon is a spear with a hand about a man's height in length with a bronze spearhead about a forearm's length long that is very wide at the base and tapers to a point. The entire edge of the point is sharpened and they use it more like civilized men use a sword than civilized men use a spear. They were not civilized as men of our lands judge civilized men, but they were more civilized than the people that raised me or the ones paying us.

The first couple of battles were slaughters. Spies led us into their encampments when their men were out hunting and they were basically defenseless. The warlord was quite specific in his orders, we were to be absolutely brutal and to leave nothing unspoiled, nothing untouched, nothing not covered with blood. The mercenaries went to work with gusto! No real fighters remained to stand in their way, just old men, young boys, the sick, and the infirm. They tore them to pieces. They tortured the ones who didn't fight. I began to cut throats as quickly as I could, trying to beat the torturers to the infants, the old women, the little children. My clothes were red with blood.

These were cunning foes, however. They read the pattern of our attacks and reckoned on who was betraying them. Our troops became blood-drunk and careless, too. The natives set us up. They fooled the turncoats into believing their men were leaving on a long hunt and that they would be several days distant from their village. They left, but did not go very far. They waited for the turncoat's emissaries to leave to fetch us and then returned and killed the rest of the turncoats. They then hid just up hill of the village in full readiness for us. Even their young women kept long knives at hand. When we arrived two days later, our leaders were taken completely by surprise.

We swept in the way we had before. There was screaming, natives running, they scattered like birds before the front line of footmen just like normal. Then there was a great shout and a mass of these tall warriors charged our left flank. The native turncoats in our ranks melted. They folded like snow before a flame, dead or dying in a moment. The mercenaries I had traveled with had never spent too much on armor. Had they spent more, they might have survived a moment or two longer. They still would have died. Of the armed and armored men, the natives left none alive. They captured me and the handful of brats like me that traveled with the unit and the camp followers and the baggage train. We all thought we were going to be eaten, because the warlord had told the mercenaries that these people were cannibals.

We all got a good sound beating. We also got a bath. Some of the older bearers, servants, and whores were deemed worthless and summarily culled by our captors by means of an enormous cudgel in front of an idol. We were placed in pens, clothed, and fed. They started training us bits and pieces of their language and some simple tasks. One of the other boys tried to run away. They caught him. Instead of killing him, they cut off both of his big toes. We all knew what we were in for. We were now slaves. We would either be sold off or work here for the rest of our lives.

Ah well, I have bent your ear for long enough this time perhaps. The name is Sablemane, more than 50 winters have I seen come and go. I seek friends and allies. If you wish to hear more of my tale, by me a pint. I'll gladly tell you how I found myself in the desert lands of the sirocco.

Nice tales of tails there. Very entertaining even if no puppies were involved.