Ebenon Faeld

*I’ll try to keep it short.* -_Him_- He’s your average commoner who’s taken up the sword in service of his kingdom. In the twenty-three years since the beginning of the war, he’s become what’s known as a blade master, the best of the best, one in a thousand kind of skill. (Side note: this is marked by the roaring lion engraved on his sword and adorning his armor.) He grew up on a farm—tended the animals, grew turnips and the like—but he always wanted to be something bigger. -_You_- Be whatever you want. Be a human, an elf, dwarf, wolf, fae, heck, be a horse or a pig. NO TOASTERS. THEY DON’T EXIST. Whatever you are, you have absolutely nothing to do with the war, and you are content that it stays that way. -_Background_- The kingdom of Evnett, Ebenon’s kingdom, is at war with the kingdom of Kidlon. The reasons for the war are actually unknown and widely speculated. Despite your kingdom/tribe/society/whatever da heck having nothing to do with the war (not even supplying resources to an ally) there’s an army of about three or four thousand Evnettan soldiers marching north through your territory, burning any and every dwelling in its path. -_Story_- You are at home (burrow, house, farm, palace, city, tavern, etc.) when your son comes in screaming about some fire. Isn’t it a peaceful nation you live in?