Role

Chapter 1

It has been some years since he was accepted into the fort as a squire. The
blessings that have been given to him by the White lion have served him well
over the years. And yet his promise remains unfulfilled. The Lords of the
Fortress remain quiet. Undeterred and ever vigilant this paladin of Guerric
continues to keep the word he has given. Where success in one field has been
somewhat lacking, he has found himself truly blessed by his lord. To wear the
mark of the Great White Lion for the first time in some hundreds of years has
been a pleasure and an honor for Forsk Ironhorse. As he progesses slowly in
his guild, his iron resolve becomes harder still. The darkness that was known
in thera has taken a stronger foothold still. Bastions of order and chaos
alike now bend to a darker will. The Blood tribunal often ruled by
darkhearts, many of the outlanders as well give over to their baser selves.
In crazed world seemingly determined to undo itself a desperate does the only
sane thing he can, he strives to change the world one fight at time. With
courage in heart he dutifully follows the soft light of the White Lion
through life. The fight is already beginning to take its toll on him, as his
health slowly begins to wane Forsk Ironhorse fervorously prays to the White
Lion and to the Lords of the fortress. Hoping the fight he has made his own
will accept him.