Post by sinsemilla on May 12, 2009 11:22:29 GMT -5
Maximus Angrius was born in a small house outside the city of Unthlass, a son of slaves and a child of a war torn region of Abeir Toril.
His childhood was that of any normal Untheri slave boy, being taught how to work even before he could speak. He never understood the troubles of his parents, until one night a fire light up the skies. As he and his parents stared at the fires that towered from the Unthlass, a patrol came; there must have been thousands of them pouring in from the sea, the roads even seemed to come straight out of the ground. His parents grabbed Maximus running into the nearby woods to an abandoned mining shaft. "Maximus, stay here and be quiet we will return for you" they put him in the shaft covered it with brush and headed down the road. It was only a second and Maximus heard the screams of his parents and the stomping of soldiers, as they moved on. Scared and alone he lay hiding in the shaft; startled at every sound, and when daylight came he was to afraid to see what had become of his parents.
Finally after a few days of hiding there he was to hungry to stay any longer, but as he left his hiding spot, the sight first met by his eyes was that of his dead parents, both no hang from spears buried in the ground. Unable to turn away, he stood there for many long moments. Everything that he ever was, was now gone with his parents, his attention so strong to them that he never heard the soldiers coming up the road. One of them grabbed him laughing; saying hey boy what are you doing out here? As Maximus turned he realized they were Untheri soldiers, tattered and beaten they were fleeing the city, headed to the Black Ash Plains. The soldier pick him up and told his comarades that he could not tak such a young boy into the plains, and headed in the Methwoods telling his comarades he would meet them in the Citadel.
It seemed like so many days since they entered the wood, and Maximus had no clue where they were headed, the soldier talked to Maximus, but in his grief he never really heard a word he said. The soldier had been bleeding badly and was weakening every second, finally he dropped to the ground. His wounds had finally gotten the best of him, he took one final look at Maximus; laid his sword at his feet; and said "Take my sword and keep following the setting sun." He laid down, rolled over on his back and in a long sigh, his last words were, "The Land is truly beautiful, when the war is gone." his breathe left his body and his war torn soul now lay quiet. Maximus grabbed the sword but was no where strong enough to fully lift it, he more drug it behind him as he walked deeper into the woods.
For what seemd like an eternity to Maximus, he drug that sword, but at a sound none like he had heard before, he dropped the sword and crawled under a bush to hide. As the sound continued he realized it was nothing to fear at all, it was people gathered reciting incantations that shed light throughout, it was voices of a toungue he had never heard. A hand reachd into the bush and took Maximus by the arm, pulling him from the bush. An Elven man stood before him, speaking to him. Maximus did not understand what he was saying but he felt the fear wash away at the mans tone. Lead to a fire the man still speaking, he offered the starving boy water and a bite of food. A lady came to his side, also talking as if to Maximus. She spoke in words that seemed to rumble below the earth but then settled in the belly of Maximus, but now his light wounds were healed and he no longer ached of hunger.He was really quite at peace. The Elven man leaned the sword Maximus once carried against a tree. He looked to Maximus and saying "Worry not boy, we will not hurt you, though human we cannot leave you to the soldiers of Mulharand." Maximus understood this time, as he spoke in a common tongue."I am Erlwyn Leafsmoker, a Grey Elf of the Coldwood, and who might you be boy?" Maximus was silent, his thoughts still that of his parents hanging from a spear weighed heavy on his mind and heart. "BOY!" the elven man barked again this time getting Maximus attention. Startled he stood and said "I am Maximus!" not meaning to bark it out as he did, but never the less he did and as he stood his stance was a bit defensive. Erlwyn started laughing, "I see you do have a bit of fight in you. Well you are safe here with us."
Many years had passed and Maximus was growing into a man, he had learned to speak in his new families native tongue, his best friend and Elven brother Mist had helped him learn many things. They sometimes climbed to the top of the Smoking Mountains to look down on all that Maximus had lost, still the city burned day and night even after all these years, but he could not return. Daily Erlwyn made him practice with a sword, and prepared him for the life that the Elves knew would eventually enter the woods. Soldier patrols were closing in on the Elven city in the trees, it was only a matter of time before the war spilled the blood of Elves. Erlwyn taught Maximus of the God Tyr, teaching him that he must follow a God of his own kind and that Tyr was the even handed, God of Justice. He gave him books to read and told him stories of the Sword Coast. One eve in a conversation Erlwyn turned to Maximus, "When we found you you held much anger, yet now you seem to control it, Tyr would be proud of your accomplishments after such a violent start in life. Since you do not know your own birthright, We the Grey Elves feel that you must have a name to carry with you; one that will never allow you to forget where you came from and what you overcame." as he spoke he handed Maximus a leather bound journal, containing all that the Elves could learn of who Maximus was, on the cover hammered into the leather; read "Maximus Angrius" and as he touched the design he could feel it speaking to him, telling him of his past.
"The war comes here soon, you and Mist should leave for the Sword Coast. Take word to others of what is happening here; learn all you can, and return one day to help fight this cause." He dropped to small bags at his and Mist feet, "That be enough food to get you through the Chondalwood, from there head west and find a ship, asked the Captain to allow you to work for passage, go to Baldur's Gate." He turned and walked away, not saying another word.
They head out to find a ship.
to be continued
His childhood was that of any normal Untheri slave boy, being taught how to work even before he could speak. He never understood the troubles of his parents, until one night a fire light up the skies. As he and his parents stared at the fires that towered from the Unthlass, a patrol came; there must have been thousands of them pouring in from the sea, the roads even seemed to come straight out of the ground. His parents grabbed Maximus running into the nearby woods to an abandoned mining shaft. "Maximus, stay here and be quiet we will return for you" they put him in the shaft covered it with brush and headed down the road. It was only a second and Maximus heard the screams of his parents and the stomping of soldiers, as they moved on. Scared and alone he lay hiding in the shaft; startled at every sound, and when daylight came he was to afraid to see what had become of his parents.
Finally after a few days of hiding there he was to hungry to stay any longer, but as he left his hiding spot, the sight first met by his eyes was that of his dead parents, both no hang from spears buried in the ground. Unable to turn away, he stood there for many long moments. Everything that he ever was, was now gone with his parents, his attention so strong to them that he never heard the soldiers coming up the road. One of them grabbed him laughing; saying hey boy what are you doing out here? As Maximus turned he realized they were Untheri soldiers, tattered and beaten they were fleeing the city, headed to the Black Ash Plains. The soldier pick him up and told his comarades that he could not tak such a young boy into the plains, and headed in the Methwoods telling his comarades he would meet them in the Citadel.
It seemed like so many days since they entered the wood, and Maximus had no clue where they were headed, the soldier talked to Maximus, but in his grief he never really heard a word he said. The soldier had been bleeding badly and was weakening every second, finally he dropped to the ground. His wounds had finally gotten the best of him, he took one final look at Maximus; laid his sword at his feet; and said "Take my sword and keep following the setting sun." He laid down, rolled over on his back and in a long sigh, his last words were, "The Land is truly beautiful, when the war is gone." his breathe left his body and his war torn soul now lay quiet. Maximus grabbed the sword but was no where strong enough to fully lift it, he more drug it behind him as he walked deeper into the woods.
For what seemd like an eternity to Maximus, he drug that sword, but at a sound none like he had heard before, he dropped the sword and crawled under a bush to hide. As the sound continued he realized it was nothing to fear at all, it was people gathered reciting incantations that shed light throughout, it was voices of a toungue he had never heard. A hand reachd into the bush and took Maximus by the arm, pulling him from the bush. An Elven man stood before him, speaking to him. Maximus did not understand what he was saying but he felt the fear wash away at the mans tone. Lead to a fire the man still speaking, he offered the starving boy water and a bite of food. A lady came to his side, also talking as if to Maximus. She spoke in words that seemed to rumble below the earth but then settled in the belly of Maximus, but now his light wounds were healed and he no longer ached of hunger.He was really quite at peace. The Elven man leaned the sword Maximus once carried against a tree. He looked to Maximus and saying "Worry not boy, we will not hurt you, though human we cannot leave you to the soldiers of Mulharand." Maximus understood this time, as he spoke in a common tongue."I am Erlwyn Leafsmoker, a Grey Elf of the Coldwood, and who might you be boy?" Maximus was silent, his thoughts still that of his parents hanging from a spear weighed heavy on his mind and heart. "BOY!" the elven man barked again this time getting Maximus attention. Startled he stood and said "I am Maximus!" not meaning to bark it out as he did, but never the less he did and as he stood his stance was a bit defensive. Erlwyn started laughing, "I see you do have a bit of fight in you. Well you are safe here with us."
Many years had passed and Maximus was growing into a man, he had learned to speak in his new families native tongue, his best friend and Elven brother Mist had helped him learn many things. They sometimes climbed to the top of the Smoking Mountains to look down on all that Maximus had lost, still the city burned day and night even after all these years, but he could not return. Daily Erlwyn made him practice with a sword, and prepared him for the life that the Elves knew would eventually enter the woods. Soldier patrols were closing in on the Elven city in the trees, it was only a matter of time before the war spilled the blood of Elves. Erlwyn taught Maximus of the God Tyr, teaching him that he must follow a God of his own kind and that Tyr was the even handed, God of Justice. He gave him books to read and told him stories of the Sword Coast. One eve in a conversation Erlwyn turned to Maximus, "When we found you you held much anger, yet now you seem to control it, Tyr would be proud of your accomplishments after such a violent start in life. Since you do not know your own birthright, We the Grey Elves feel that you must have a name to carry with you; one that will never allow you to forget where you came from and what you overcame." as he spoke he handed Maximus a leather bound journal, containing all that the Elves could learn of who Maximus was, on the cover hammered into the leather; read "Maximus Angrius" and as he touched the design he could feel it speaking to him, telling him of his past.
"The war comes here soon, you and Mist should leave for the Sword Coast. Take word to others of what is happening here; learn all you can, and return one day to help fight this cause." He dropped to small bags at his and Mist feet, "That be enough food to get you through the Chondalwood, from there head west and find a ship, asked the Captain to allow you to work for passage, go to Baldur's Gate." He turned and walked away, not saying another word.
They head out to find a ship.
to be continued