Yoff Of Normandor

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The Might of Normandor - By Yoff

 

 

"The swordfighter known as Yoff had begun today's journey with a hearty bowl of nails, and splinters mixed in milk. He was sure to hurry up, as to not allow his breakfast to get all soggy - awful taste after. In any case, he'd begun his day by preparing his stomach for a day of pain, as he had ventured out into the world to find others interested in dueling.

 

His travels first brought him to the roads, where many a men were beaten bloody by the mighty swordsmanship of the journeyman brawler, he had seen no issues. Easy enough, he had thought - his ego growing he had taken a trip to Laurelin, uppercutting every dwarf, halfling, and elf he could find on the way. Our hero however, had begun to feel his body weakening as he was bested while fighting a pair of guards. He had downed one but the other was still able to knock his lights out - thus his first nosebleed. 

 

Our hero however, did not intend to let this slow his day down, it had hardly been the end of the morn. He wiped his nose, tightened his boots and headed out to the road. There he had found a pair of dwarves, one an announcer and the other; an ambassador. Yoff as per usual had challenged the dwarf to a duel, and though he was able to best him, the dwarf did give Yoff the ol' one two knocking a tooth out of his pearly white maw. "No matter." The elf exclaimed, as more and more opponents followed the dwarf, he continued to knock their arses right back down, though his ego grew it was not until he had gone to Petrus where he had met his match. In all his splendor (minus a tooth and a broken nose)  Yoff met with three men, two of which fought him and downed him though not without Yoff giving them a piece of what he's made of. He continuously fought in that land, and as such he'd won some, but he'd also lost some more after that.

 

Some still say he's still swinging that wooden sword at strangers, honing the skill of a true duelist. 

 

Fin"

 

Pleased with his journal entry, Yoff went for a night's rest. Clutching the bruised ribs all the while wheezing for his breath back.

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