Post by galatian on Oct 10, 2009 13:27:34 GMT -5
Hail Maethodoron. I come from a land far from the sunsetting hills of your home. Where I come from, war is a commonplace. And one must learn to kill to survive. And I have lived.
My name is Vashala, and I come from Galatia, a land filled with mercenaries and warriors living in a community of respect and dignity. For we all have come face to face with death, we have sent many to a boatman, and we have become brothers in blood.
I come from Legion IX Eaglites, the lost legion of Rome. We were once a company of shining individuals with an emperor, but he has since abandoned us. I tore my alligance with Rome and left the legion in Spain, my brothers and I seperated to wander the countrside looking for respite.
Since then I have looked for a band of men to join together and make a new Eaglite Brood, so that the Emperor's puppet Dominus can taste a new kind of defeat.
My name is Vashala, and I come from Galatia, a land filled with mercenaries and warriors living in a community of respect and dignity. For we all have come face to face with death, we have sent many to a boatman, and we have become brothers in blood.
I come from Legion IX Eaglites, the lost legion of Rome. We were once a company of shining individuals with an emperor, but he has since abandoned us. I tore my alligance with Rome and left the legion in Spain, my brothers and I seperated to wander the countrside looking for respite.
Since then I have looked for a band of men to join together and make a new Eaglite Brood, so that the Emperor's puppet Dominus can taste a new kind of defeat.
