A drafty stable... That's where I sleep, usually. By my horse, under my cloak, and this is when some of my employers is kind enough to let me sleep near his animals while I work on my mission. I'm a hired sword. I could be simply protecting a farm from bandits, or doing dirtier work that requires my best fighting skills. But I warn you: I'm picky about that, and the price goes up.
I was born in the South, in Cisalpine Gaul. Though my blood is mostly Celtic, my grandfather Valerius was a Roman. He raised me and taught me all I know about survival. When he died, I simply struck out on my own. I wasn't made for anything else. Here is Valerius' "lar", which I always carry with me. I also carry his gladius, which makes me hard to figure out - a Celt with a Roman sword? But it is so simple to me.
I ended up in Eire, and by then I was exhausted by the trip, half-starved and battered by some near-misses with larger and more experienced warriors. Clan Morna took me in like a long-lost daughter. When my Morna "uncle" died, I was fully capable of fending off for myself. More than capable.
It's scary when you realize the thing you can do best is killing. One "geis" rules me above all: I shall never know happiness and peace, or untold tragedies will follow.
RPG SUMMARY
When you don't find me in a drafty stable, it means I'm actually sleeping under a real roof, either at An Caidreamh Suiri or at The Stag and the Hound.
Lately, however, I have been braving the storms - outside and inside human hearts - in Brigantia: the Hood, where now I've left my friends Bryn, Brann, Flidhais and Vaugn en route for a mission at Ynis Mon.
Later I travelled to Pictland to try and help Verica and Amlaidh to escape the Romans. Believing I had completed my mission, I left when my recklessness with my geis led me into too much pain. But the adventure goes on up there... check it out!
I've helped Briar to escape to safety. I started at An Caidreamh Suiri, passed through Mag Croimor and have stopped at Brighid's Bruidean in Cill Dara. We finally escorted her to Dunadd. I witnessed her wedding to my old friend Conall MacRoth... then destiny called me elsewhere. In Inver Colpa, where I had left my horse! Little did I know that I was going to encounter the fateful season that came to be known as Summer of Blood...
And you might find me, in some incarnation or other, in Yggdrasil: The Hood, formerly The Group.
RPG LINKS
Amlaidh's Guide to Celtia Neighbourhoods
Cornellia's Roleplay Etiquette
OTHER USEFUL LINKS
Available Features - NEVER DELETE JOURNAL ENTRIES!
Developement and Planning Board
The Curia
Aelfwine's AW Tips and Tricks and AW Wish List
OTHER GROUPS:
The Wanderings of the Tribes
Angelcynn
Kunjarazdoz
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Homepage background: dawn in Bononia, Cisalpine Gaul
