A Brief History
Lost, exiled form my home by the Mage Damaris, I landed
in this realm for what seems an age ago. Mere moments after my arrival
I was captured and taken to an unspeakable place. No hell can ever
be as terrible as the realm I have seen. In exchange for my freedom
I promised to deliver items to the disembodied voice that had at his
command 300 demonic elephants.
It was a year of threats and those horrible blood
eyed beasts stalking me before their hold on this land seemingly slipped.
I finally knew a nights peace.
Soon after, tales of an honorable knight who crusaded
for right and order had reached me. From the rumors I heard the lawless
land had him grossly outnumbered and ranked. When I found him he lain
seemingly on his deathbead. That night at his bedside as Sir
Liam
Niall
lay unconsious I swore my alliegence to his cause. Sometime later
I was given the rank of Enforcer by the first knight of Omerta. Sworn
my blade to help the weak and innocent find justice.
But that was the past... it
matters little now. Omerta fell. Burned to the ground. Sir
Liam
Niall
along with the governing officers were dead or gone. And my oath gone
with them. I saught death avenging the innocent people of Omerta.
The people the gypsys burned in their beds. The people I failed to
protect. In those months after, I prayed that God would take mercy
on the souls of the guilty... 'cause I sure as hell didn't plan
to.
However things never did work out... or perhaps they
did. I never caught that gypsy woman who's fury burned like nine hells
nor did I have my chance to bring Justice to the Omertians.
But ever since that time over three years ago that
I put the call out for volunteers. Ever since those brave men and
women rose from the ashes of Omerta to form the Regulators, we have
known peace.