||Recruit of House Embertine |
This strong woman with hands made for holding a sword, Not used for fighting if not necsesary her trade lays as a crafter, A metal worker if so to speak. But even so she if termed to make something greater out of her life.
She has blue eyes.
Her fine, Blonde hair is short and is worn in a easily handled, Simple style. As she dose not care much for looks, But even so she have that kinda cute look and might as well be a softy on the inside.
She stand tall and has a muscular build, Mostly gain from the anvil hammering.
Her skin is slighty tan.. or maybe just a bit dusty.
She wear her tabard and house name with pride!
Names Telaira Ambervein,
Born and raised in Darkshire, Duskwood.
My Father Mathew Ambervein was a smith so thats how I was to take up the hammer myself,
I spent much of my time around my father, looking at him working and even getting to help him out with smaller tasks at young age.
As it was a dangerous place to grow up on I had myself some training with the sword in hope of being able to protect my father as he was starting to get old,
At first I was swinging the sword without knowledge how to use one,
I was often doing so at our backyard away from the eyes of others as it was not something a girl at my age would usally do.
One day as I was going on with my usally practising I saw something in the corner of my eye so I turned around fast and tried to hide the sword behind my back,
There stood a noble man in a blue cape with a large yellow lionhead marked on it,
I tought he would tell my father or just punish me himself, but he dident do neither of those things, In fact he was rather nice. with a smile on his face he jumped over the fence and walked up to me, asking me why a girl like me would be doing something like this,
I tired to explain that I did this to be able to protect my father from harm,
He giggled slighty while ruffle my hair and told me "If you swing your sword like that, you would not even be able to protect yourself,
You have to use your whole body not only your arms" as he told me this he draw his own sword, it was the pretties thing I ever seen,
He let it cut through the air,
It all seemed so simple but it took me a great deal of time to even get close to doing something like that.
I never got to know his name,
The only thing I remember him by is his cloak and sword.
At the age of nineteen my father died and there was nothing for me left in darkshire.
I moved to the capital Stormwind city were I found myself a work as a blacksmith apprentice in the Dwarven district,
Making weapons and armors,
Not the greatest of jobs but it was the only thing I knew about,
I was doing so for about two years.
One day when I was by the Cathedral sitting and looking down in the fountain,
Fading away into dreams and thoughts a fair lady by the name Iilen Buck stepped up behind me, Talking about a house who was seeking recruits for a upcoming battle.
I just knew this was my chance to be someone far greater,
I agreed to follow her to meet the lord of the house.
My knees were a bit shaky as we walked down the streets,
I dident know what to expect,
We stopped right outside the doors to a little house by the canals,
I took a deep breath shaked my head a little and went into the house,
Lord Phintius Embertine was a fine, Very polite man and I dident want nothing else then follow this great man and his house where ever it would take me.
I got myself an armor, shield and a sword.
Just by wearing this I knew I had made the right decision!
ALL HAIL EMBERTINE!
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||Those who seek to harm my brothers and sisters in arm |
||Follow her lord and give everything for her house. |
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