Art by: Recyclebean
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Nolland - The WarriorBorn: Giervalk
Age: 31 Height: 7ft 2in Species: Human Abilities: Front Line Infantry Commander of the King's Army Excerpt from The White Falcon: Taking Flight"He was a hulk of a man and towered over them all. He wore heavy leather and metal armor and had a long sword strapped to his back. His blond hair and honey brown eyes took off the edge, a little, until he turned. A scar ran down the side of his face and into his neck. This was a man that had seen heavy combat and was fortunate enough to live to tell the tale. "
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Nolland before The White Falcon
The smell of smoke and blood hung heavy in the air. Malik and his creatures of the night aggressively attacked the Valley of Giervalk. With each attack Malik’s army advanced, pressing further down the hills and closer to the valley floor. His resources had no end.
The creatures Malik used for battle preferred moving under the cover of night, but Malik had long ago solved that problem. He had captured elder witches and forced them to create and maintain a thick cloud layer over the valley. This gave his army comfort while dampening the spirits of the valley.
During this battle Malik was targeting and capturing healers. Without the healers the already limited number of Giervalk warriors dropped at an alarming rate. All of Giervalk could feel Malik grow stronger as the warriors grew weaker.
Lord Aaron was concerned with Malik’s progress and moved himself and his Guard to the front of the battle. He knew they had to make a move or Giervalk would be lost. Lord Aaron, Nolland and five other warriors advanced to ambush the trolls that Malik sent in earlier that morning.
Nolland led the group into battle. He knew the trolls would be hard to defeat. They were massive, thick skinned and dim witted. That last detail could be used to their advantage. The first two would prove to be serious obstacles.
Nolland approached the lead troll and, nimbly, for a man of his stature, dodged the massive troll. Big and clumsy the enormous beast took several seconds to turn around. During that time, Nolland attacked and disarmed the troll. This allowed the others warriors to move in and use the same maneuver on the rest.
Nolland took down two additional trolls and Lord Aaron and the others each slayed a troll of their own. Just as they thought the battle was coming to a close, the lead troll grabbed a sword and lashed at Nolland. Nolland dodged the attack, but the tip of the large blade drug down the side of his face and neck. With amazing grace, Nolland jumped onto the bulky mass and plunged his sword into the troll’s heart.
The creatures Malik used for battle preferred moving under the cover of night, but Malik had long ago solved that problem. He had captured elder witches and forced them to create and maintain a thick cloud layer over the valley. This gave his army comfort while dampening the spirits of the valley.
During this battle Malik was targeting and capturing healers. Without the healers the already limited number of Giervalk warriors dropped at an alarming rate. All of Giervalk could feel Malik grow stronger as the warriors grew weaker.
Lord Aaron was concerned with Malik’s progress and moved himself and his Guard to the front of the battle. He knew they had to make a move or Giervalk would be lost. Lord Aaron, Nolland and five other warriors advanced to ambush the trolls that Malik sent in earlier that morning.
Nolland led the group into battle. He knew the trolls would be hard to defeat. They were massive, thick skinned and dim witted. That last detail could be used to their advantage. The first two would prove to be serious obstacles.
Nolland approached the lead troll and, nimbly, for a man of his stature, dodged the massive troll. Big and clumsy the enormous beast took several seconds to turn around. During that time, Nolland attacked and disarmed the troll. This allowed the others warriors to move in and use the same maneuver on the rest.
Nolland took down two additional trolls and Lord Aaron and the others each slayed a troll of their own. Just as they thought the battle was coming to a close, the lead troll grabbed a sword and lashed at Nolland. Nolland dodged the attack, but the tip of the large blade drug down the side of his face and neck. With amazing grace, Nolland jumped onto the bulky mass and plunged his sword into the troll’s heart.