JarlSunshine

I Grew up well off in my family's Hamlet of Saracor. Life was good, Father was training me to be a man at arms for the local lord. Until the one fateful day when the Lord passed away, His Son took over and raised taxes and tariffs during a drought. We lost everything and the taxes did not stop, soon I was conscripted into the new young lords army to fight off an Orc invasion. I started off as a lowborn Soldier, with a back round of a disgraced house. My time there was...difficult. years went by until one fateful day my commanding officer tried to send my group on a suicide mission, one of many. We've already lost so much, When I tried confronting Officer Adolphus regarding my concern for the mission, He drew a sword calling me a coward. This was the last straw, Ive lost many brothers under Officer Adolphus command. Something snapped inside me and I slew the man...in a panic I stripped him of his armor and ran off..as a deserter, murderer, and a nobody.

Ragor was born on the winter solstice. His land was named after the Germanic tribes of old, Germania. The Germanians were skilled warriors trained in Glima, sword and shield tatics and other methods of inflicting Grevious bodily harm. It is said the Germanians were so renowned kings and even emperors would employ their services., however this was long ago . Ragor was born into a shattered and dying Germania. he was one of the last of his people. after many hash winters and the spreading of famine. Ragor and his people had no other choice but to leave their homeland. Taking the scrolls of history, and what little supplies and weapons his people had left the Germanians set sail toward another land.... 2 weeks at sea, Ragors Journal . We have cut portions yet again , I fear we will run out of food soon. The Old and very young have perished . We have not seen any land as of yet. I pray to the Gods we find something soon. We are slowly dying on this Cursed ship 5 weeks at sea, Ragors Journal. We only have a few days of water and food left. were setting up whatever jars we have left to capture the rain fall from this storm. to whoeve...... As Ragor was writing his last entry a wave smashed into the side of his ship and then nothing... Ragor wakes up on a beach with driftwood and the tattered sails around him. there was no sign of his people, no sign of any survivors..... “ where am I?”