Re: Discussion & Creation
How does this look for Lachland Fell?
Background
Youth (1-9)
His was a typical childhood for a noble child of a minor house. Life was not harsh, compared to
the common man, though being the member of a minor house brought with it its own issues. As the
youngest child there was every likelyhood he would become only a token to be used in political
games.
Adolescent (10-13)
As he grew older life continued much as it always did, though his training became more intensive.
Though he seemed to only possess a middling ability with a sword he took well to the spear, which
he enjoyed greatly.
Young Adult
In his 16th year King Daeron summoned his banners and marched to war agains the Dornishmen. His
father, ever a devout supporter of the crown, gathered a small force of arms and marched south with
the rest of the Fell men. With holdings along the river dividing the Stormlands from Dorne the
house had a keen interest in the outcome. Though he was barely a man he was able to convince his
father to bring him along as he was the younger son and thus was less valuable if lost in the
fighting. However dispite his zeal he fought little, though he learned a great deal about war as
they fought the Dornish tooth and nail across the coast, before pushing south as the main bulk of
the army shattered their forces.
Eager to win increasing fame and prestige, as most young men are, he remained with the occupational
forces with a token force of Fell armsmen. Over time they came to trust each other and became well
known for their tenacity and ability to seekout the enemey despite the inhospitable terrain.
Adult
He spent the next several years assisting the occupational forces in keeping the peace, both in the
Dornish capital and in the surrounding lands. It was a time of his life that he truely enjoyed. He
was constantly challenged both physically and mentally by the every day trials of occupational life,
but also had a cadre of trustworthy companions he could lean on and share enjoyable nights with.
Unfortunately this period of his life was not to last as the Dorns managed to rally themselves and
thrust back against a force that in all honesty had become complacent during the years of relative
peace.
His greatest moment of triumph came as the royal forces were being force to retreat from the
capital. Many men had become trapped between the sea and the forces assaulting the city, as they
tried to board ships. With his companions at his side he rallied a group of spearmen and bought
time for the men to retreat. Unfortunately as they themselves made to retreat he found himself face
to face with a monstrously huge Dornman with a wicked looking trident. The prongs of which soon
found themselves burried in his guts. With the steely resolve of youth he wrapped his hand around
the head to prevent the man from moving away and buried his dagger in the man's throat as they both
fell into the sea.
He awoke several weeks later upon a ship making speed for home in a small cabin possessed by an
elderly knight and friend of the family. Though noone, even the old knight himself, expected him to
live but miracuoulsly he managed to survive the incident, though the jagged scars remain to this
day. As he finally rose from his sick bed he found his companions waiting, who presented him with
the Trident as a macrabe trophy. He decided to keep it, viewing it as a reminder of all the things
that final battle had taught him. A year or so later the Old Knight visited their holdings to check
about his health and bade him take the Oath.
Thus began his time as one of the rare Fell Knights.