New member!
- Originally Fellowship Aragorn
- Added second longsword
- Replaced new arrow quiver & bow on his back with conversion kit one
- Replaced aragorns head with Theoden head
Old man Balian, Blackwood Sergeant Balian was a stubborn old hermit that lived on the outskirts of a woodland by the River Adorn. The people of the nearby village knew who he once was, a hero of renown in the wars of ages past, he had grown old, tired of the ways of battle, and he wanted a simple, quiet life. He had no family to speak of and kept himself to himself. All the people of the village knew better than to approach him though. They all knew better apart from one young boy in the village, who wanted to learn to be a knight, to learn from the best. Brandon refused time and time again, saying he had no time for the stupid boy as a pupil.
One winters night however, Balian was awoken from his sleep, he started to hear voices, cries in the darkness. He looked outside his door to see smoke distance, the village was aflame, the sounds of butchery, the mark of the white hand. Although the years had been many, Balian switched his mentality to combat as if he were in his youth. He went over to his wall, no time to don his armour, and attached two sword scabbards to his belt. Put his token around his neck, and hurried down the dirt path towards the village.
The smells of blood, the carnage of battle that he had been so used to was like a distant dream, he tried to save as many villagers as he could, cutting foes down with his twin swords, surprised how age had not diminished his skill, but in the end the Uruks were to many.
He fled the village, a few ragtag survivors at his heels, as he saw the last of the villagers into the forest, he looked back to see that annoying, young boy who wanted to be his pupil, dead, pinned against a tree.
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