Post by RPerSM on Jul 14, 2004 6:38:34 GMT
Born on a great city of alliance, Morro's mother wanted him to be a kind gentleman, though his father on the other hand, wanted him to be a great warrior and someday protect the city like he is. Morro grew up to about age 5, before he started schooling and learning about the world. He definatly couldn't understand the teacher, who was speaking without even taking a breath. But again, 3 years have passed and then he is 8 years old. His father starts to train him, though he tends to take him to the acadamy where he works. Morro was tought how to swing a sword, block with a shield, wear armor efficiantly, wear a helm correctly, and more about combat. He was tested first at training dummies with a sword, it was dull so didn't at all do much damage, but he had his way of being able to tear the chest of the dummie off, and even smack the head off. It wasn't the best of training but he learned his to do's and not to do's. After a year, he was tested against animals. First up was a dog, who was a little rabid, he pounced at Morro constantly, biting his chest and arms, blood covering its mouth. With one quick strike, he whipped his sword from the left eye down to the right side of the jaw, half the head was cut off, an eye flew across the training yard, and blood splashed everywhere. Next up was a wild badger. It threw itself around Morro's legs, it tripped him once or twice, but not without being thrown across the field. It wasn't at all as hard as it seemed, Morro managed to step on the head and stab its back with a sword, ending the fight with less slaughter. Constant animal training began to bore his father, so he brought in a beast. Morro didn't stand a chance, it quickly threw him over the fence after biting half his foot open. He tried to keep at the beast, but constantly being torn apart. His father, Truart, was amazed, an awe on his eyes to see his own son keep at it, he jumped in a little early before the beast might have ripped Morro in half by its own hands, Truart kicked it in the chest, you could almost hear its ribs and organs bursting, blood was covered on his boots, the beast quickly fell down and died.
Morro was taken to care by his mother in the acadamy, he was bandaged up and healed by a priest, he was supposed to rest the day out, but he couldn't. His brother, Adaus, was given training as well, though he always tends to be able to do what Morro couldn't. The rest of the day has passed, and they are going to sleep, Adaus laughed at Morro, couldn't help but say "You did good out there, but you sure were too weak to take a beast a little under your size! You need I disagreeistance if your ever going to get anywhere, Morro." Morro couldn't help but be angered at his brother, his wounds had been tearing him apart, he couldn't hold in the pain much longer, he wasn't at all able to sleep. The next morning, Morro's mother, Shalea, found Morro looking down a balcony at their home, at all the people who had fun, while Morro was training constantly. An hour later, Truart began Morro's training again, against the same type of beast. Morro could hear his brother screaming "Take him on you sissy! Don't run this time or I get half of your supper!" Morro was tired of his brothers insults, he wanted to prove to him he could take the beast on, so he did. With a quick jump, Morro grapled his arms around the beasts head, and spun around its back, twisting its neck like hair. It snapped, of course, it fell off too. He picked up the head and threw it at Adaus, without even saying a word, he walked off. More years have passed, and morro was 15. That is when all began to cahnge, in the night, everybody was sleeping exept for a few, a large boulder bludged through the sky and smashed into the north walls. A large gaping hole was left, and people were screaming for help. All knights, swordsman, archers, priests, clerics, anybody who could battle was tooken to the north side of the city, where the captain of the knights walked out to see a line of men on the hill, all screaming in rage, they were barbarians. The captain opened the main gates, and all warriors steped out. The barbarians charged without letting anybody get prepared, the swordsman drew their swords and shields, the archers readied their bows and arrows, and they charged. The front line of barbarians were shattered, but over the hill, flags and fire raised, a whole siege began, another boulder flew up over the hill, and landed in the back of the army, smashing the north arch and toppled down, leaving no casualties as they all ran, exept one man whos feet were torn off trying, he crawled his way to the safety of the walls.
Through the back of the army, a brass dragon poped its head up, and prepared to attack. The captain was to order retreat, but they continued on, for their numbers were greater. As the two armies met, it all began, heads of the barbarians were torn off, arms and legs of both armies men were being sliced and cut off, swords dropped ontop of eachother, axes dropped as well as the barbarian warriors, blood was the only thing that could be seen, swordsmen were covered, some could not see because blood had flew into their eyes, others just widly slashed their swords. Not long was it untill the dragon made its move, it flew high and landed in the middle of the army, picking up men and eating them whole, it blew fire into the sky, the night was filled with fire and the darkest clouds of smoke. A loud thumping sound could be heard from inside the city, a winged beast, muscles of a thousand men, eyes glowing like fire, as tall as the dragon itself, it was summoned by the king of the city, who was behind the creature. It moved its way towards towards the dragon, but would have steped on friendly men, it itself flew over the north gates onto the dragon, where they both flew into the sky battling, the dragon blew fire but the beast had its own technique in battle, it held a large sword almost the length of a house, and was armored by some of the hardest metals. As the armies battled, the beast whipped its sword at the dragon, whos scales blocked some of the damage. The dragon blew more fire, but began to fail, the beast quickly flew around it and threw itself on its back, where it tore both wings off, the dragon fell onto a large amount of barbarians, a pool of blood splashed on the knights. The war was becoming an end, after a large half of the city was in rubble, the city had won its final battle with the barbarians.
A year has passed, the city had began to rebuild, though all wasn't good, though Morro was in between the army, he couldn't see his father, or brother anywhere. Through the body check, they were both found dead. Morro was angered at this, he lost those he cared for in a battle, exept his mother. Months passed, and his own mother was caught by a plague, which drained every bit of life from her. The priests tried to heal her, but others had caught the plague as well, it wasn't at all a time of celebration. Morro couldn't do anything but watch his mother die. A month later, she died, Morro wasn't even able to say a goodbye to her, he was only able to hug and pray for her, he prayed to any god he could, but they didn't respond to the call. Days after her death, he was tooken away from the city to an area where he was fostered, and cared for after the battle.
((Here is some of Morro's background story, hope you like it))
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Morro was taken to care by his mother in the acadamy, he was bandaged up and healed by a priest, he was supposed to rest the day out, but he couldn't. His brother, Adaus, was given training as well, though he always tends to be able to do what Morro couldn't. The rest of the day has passed, and they are going to sleep, Adaus laughed at Morro, couldn't help but say "You did good out there, but you sure were too weak to take a beast a little under your size! You need I disagreeistance if your ever going to get anywhere, Morro." Morro couldn't help but be angered at his brother, his wounds had been tearing him apart, he couldn't hold in the pain much longer, he wasn't at all able to sleep. The next morning, Morro's mother, Shalea, found Morro looking down a balcony at their home, at all the people who had fun, while Morro was training constantly. An hour later, Truart began Morro's training again, against the same type of beast. Morro could hear his brother screaming "Take him on you sissy! Don't run this time or I get half of your supper!" Morro was tired of his brothers insults, he wanted to prove to him he could take the beast on, so he did. With a quick jump, Morro grapled his arms around the beasts head, and spun around its back, twisting its neck like hair. It snapped, of course, it fell off too. He picked up the head and threw it at Adaus, without even saying a word, he walked off. More years have passed, and morro was 15. That is when all began to cahnge, in the night, everybody was sleeping exept for a few, a large boulder bludged through the sky and smashed into the north walls. A large gaping hole was left, and people were screaming for help. All knights, swordsman, archers, priests, clerics, anybody who could battle was tooken to the north side of the city, where the captain of the knights walked out to see a line of men on the hill, all screaming in rage, they were barbarians. The captain opened the main gates, and all warriors steped out. The barbarians charged without letting anybody get prepared, the swordsman drew their swords and shields, the archers readied their bows and arrows, and they charged. The front line of barbarians were shattered, but over the hill, flags and fire raised, a whole siege began, another boulder flew up over the hill, and landed in the back of the army, smashing the north arch and toppled down, leaving no casualties as they all ran, exept one man whos feet were torn off trying, he crawled his way to the safety of the walls.
Through the back of the army, a brass dragon poped its head up, and prepared to attack. The captain was to order retreat, but they continued on, for their numbers were greater. As the two armies met, it all began, heads of the barbarians were torn off, arms and legs of both armies men were being sliced and cut off, swords dropped ontop of eachother, axes dropped as well as the barbarian warriors, blood was the only thing that could be seen, swordsmen were covered, some could not see because blood had flew into their eyes, others just widly slashed their swords. Not long was it untill the dragon made its move, it flew high and landed in the middle of the army, picking up men and eating them whole, it blew fire into the sky, the night was filled with fire and the darkest clouds of smoke. A loud thumping sound could be heard from inside the city, a winged beast, muscles of a thousand men, eyes glowing like fire, as tall as the dragon itself, it was summoned by the king of the city, who was behind the creature. It moved its way towards towards the dragon, but would have steped on friendly men, it itself flew over the north gates onto the dragon, where they both flew into the sky battling, the dragon blew fire but the beast had its own technique in battle, it held a large sword almost the length of a house, and was armored by some of the hardest metals. As the armies battled, the beast whipped its sword at the dragon, whos scales blocked some of the damage. The dragon blew more fire, but began to fail, the beast quickly flew around it and threw itself on its back, where it tore both wings off, the dragon fell onto a large amount of barbarians, a pool of blood splashed on the knights. The war was becoming an end, after a large half of the city was in rubble, the city had won its final battle with the barbarians.
A year has passed, the city had began to rebuild, though all wasn't good, though Morro was in between the army, he couldn't see his father, or brother anywhere. Through the body check, they were both found dead. Morro was angered at this, he lost those he cared for in a battle, exept his mother. Months passed, and his own mother was caught by a plague, which drained every bit of life from her. The priests tried to heal her, but others had caught the plague as well, it wasn't at all a time of celebration. Morro couldn't do anything but watch his mother die. A month later, she died, Morro wasn't even able to say a goodbye to her, he was only able to hug and pray for her, he prayed to any god he could, but they didn't respond to the call. Days after her death, he was tooken away from the city to an area where he was fostered, and cared for after the battle.
((Here is some of Morro's background story, hope you like it))
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