Prologue of Baldric Gareth
There lived a Nordic boy born into a simple home with loving parents and a loving family. You see at this time, one had to be strong in order to survive and little Baldrics father was just that.
In order to provide food for his family his father would leave to hunt in the nearby forest. All the while his mother would stay home tending to his siblings and the farm. Of course he helped as well, cleaning or gathering wood for the fire which in turn would help cook the meat his father would bring home.
Still being young, Baldric didn’t realize the harshness of reality until he became older and war arose in his small village and every able bodied man was called to arms. Baldric, still being too young, was left at home while his older brothers and father left to fight and defend their homes.
“You be good Baldric, help your mother and become strong enough to help us!” Baldrics father exclaims proudly as he turns from the house, and walks off into the distance with his two oldest sons.
That was the last little Baldric ever saw his father and older brothers…
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A few years pass and Baldric took his father’s words to heart, he trained every day, his little frame became large and muscular. Since his father’s death his mother had become heartbroken and dejected leaving him to take over most of the work around the house. From hunting to cooking Baldric did everything to keep his younger brother and 2 sisters well fed.
Late one evening a man riding upon a horse came to their small house and handed him a paper.
“It’s a call to arms Baldric, this time it’s your turn to bravely defend the village.” states the man as he nods to Baldric and heads to the next home.
Baldric shakes his head and tells his family he’ll be back.
“Brother! You better come back!” squeaks his younger sister as tears roll down her cheek. He simply leans down and kisses her on her forehead saying
“Of course I will, how could I abandon such a cute little sister?”
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Baldric, now 17 years of age, finds out his calling in life had turned out to be warfare, his body was built for it. Standing a foot taller than the rest of the men in his platoon, and much stronger than any other, it seemed he belonged to the front lines. He had signed up to become a mercenary and would send almost his entire salary home to help support his family.
These wars however, were not wars against other men, they were wars against fearsome creatures such as gargoyles, manicores, goblins, minotaurs, dragons, and other such monstrosities that threatened them.
Most were controlled by dark wizards and sorcerers leading the hoards into battle against cities. Dark wizards and sorcerers would summon more creatures for the war prolonging battles until the casters themselves were slain. As such Baldric had to have immense bravery and strength to defeat such monsters and reach the evil summoners.
Baldric eventually became a captain of his own Platoon; seeing as how he was able to single handily defeat even the fiercest of creatures with his bare hands alone. He was a threat to all enemies on the battlefield. He could instill fear into them just with his presence…
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It started as every other battle normally does, told where to go by the general and then marching for a few days to reach the destination. Except this battle was different, he knew where a dark wizard was camped and the higher ups had decided to attack them while they were resting, the plan was perfect.
“CHARGE!” yells Baldric as he and his 50 best men rush at the camp site.
The fierce battle begins and Baldric is in front, hacking away at the goblins and gnolls as they scramble to defend the large tent in the center of the camp.
Baldric and his men finally reach the tent and Baldric crashes through the tent flaps and sees the dark wizard preparing a spell.
“Don’t come any Closer fool! Another step and I will send you to the void!” growls the dark wizard.
“Do your worst you evil bastard! I won't let you kill any more Innocents!” Yells Baldric in response
Baldric rushes the dark wizard blade drawn.
The dark wizard unleashes the spell he had been preparing before Baldric entered. Baldric takes the brunt of the spell, but he feels no pain, instead he sees his hands have started to become transparent. Not his armor or weapons, just his body.
Baldric quickly delivers a finishing blow to the wizard and in one swipe beheads him. Baldric proceeds to exit the tent and sees his men standing outside and looks at his men, then to the sky.
“ Men it seems my time here is done, the spell the wizard cast upon me seems to be taking effect, tell the General the Dark wizard Malory is dead, and our lands should be safe for a time…” as a tear rolls down his cheek he says “Oh yeah, tell the General to send my…” His words get cut short as his body completely disappears and his armor and weapons fall to the ground.