A Journey Begins

When my father insisted that I swear allegiance to Captain Brackenbrook for the defense of Archet I did so, though I didn't understand why. I wouldn't find out until much later that my Father owed a debt he could not repay. Captain Brackenbrook offered to take me for the militia as payment. While I might have joined of my own accord if asked, this arrangement didn't sit well with me at all.

Archet may once have been a peaceful community but it was now besieged with treats of all kinds. The wolf population had gotten out of control as has the flies infesting the marshes and the spiders that had taken over the nearby caves. Worse still were the Blackwolds. Brigands and thieves who had taken over the ruins to the south.

Once the first stages of my training were completed I spent my days trying to deal with these issues. Working to the reduce the populations of various beasts that threatened the community honed my skills with the spear, but resolution continued to elude me. It was as if each one that fell somehow spawned another in it's place.

While the Captain didn't agree it was clear that the Blackwolds were becoming a real threat to Archet. I thwarted their thievery from time to time but nothing would convince the Captain that more was going on, not even his son Jon who was convinced they were intent on raiding Archet and had a traitoramong us.

When I was alerted to the presence of a Blackwold spy his death resulted in proof of this Trajectory. While we all worked to act now that the Captain was finally convinced it was simply too late. The Blackwolds attacked Archet in force.

It was a long, brutal fight but in the end we beat back the brigands and their leaders. Archet was in flames, but it was still in the hands of the people. The cost of the defense was great. Many, including my father and Captain Brackenbrook, fell on the field that night. The Captain's son Jon, took command and we all worked to put out the flames, bury the dead, and regain order in the village.

Jon Brackenbrook was an honorable and wise man leader. He approached me on morn and said that he knew of my vow of service and the absurdity it was based on. He released me of the oath and ordered me out of Archet. While regaining my freedom was grand, I still felt that I was needed in Archet. Though I never felt any particularly strong love for Archet (always an outsider), I did feel an obligation. With the losses from the battle how could the town spare yet another defender?

My former commander insisted that my skills were wasted here and that many great evils are afoot all across Eriador. He was convincing. with such treats out there, I may well best serve the security of Archet by dealing with them before they reach the people here. I'd be free to live as I choose, where I choose, and address the dangers facing all of us when and where I choose.

Not being fond of cities, crowds, or people in general, I'll keep to the wilderness, its always more peaceful in the woods on my own. I'll patrol the lands, challenging any evil that theatens common folk. Watching over them and defending them even if they never know of it.