Name: Arlen Tharn
Age: 37
Appearance
Known for: The Paragon of Kislav, veteran commander of the Kislavian Vanguard
Dirty little secret: Arlen is a bastard
Skills: Veteran warrior, perceptive of people, stubborn
Motto: "Peasant, noble, all blood is red under the Sun."
Age: 37
Appearance
Known for: The Paragon of Kislav, veteran commander of the Kislavian Vanguard
Dirty little secret: Arlen is a bastard
Skills: Veteran warrior, perceptive of people, stubborn
Motto: "Peasant, noble, all blood is red under the Sun."
Name of the Province: Kislev
Name of your liege: Lord Argus Oathway
Position: The frozen north
Specialty: Kislav births the single most stubborn people in the kingdom, creating a robust army that makes up in any failings with pure determination and tenacity.
History: Once upon a blue moon Kislav was a humble settlement of miners, farmers, and people strong in will. Through the years it grew and grew until it became a province of its own, filled with men and women as strong as the frozen earth they worked. When the horns of war blared Kislav was one the first to jump to its call. While it lacked a proper military a militia was scrounged up and armed with anything between pitchforks, spears, and pickaxes'. The strength of the people turned the tides of many battles, replacing tools of burden with ones of war after each clash. When the fires of war were extinguished, Kislav had proved itself a worthy and loyal ally. Given gifts of food and steel, Kislav became the staunch protectors of the throne. Their tribute being blood, flesh, and steel. To this day you can ill find a province more loyal and more willing to jump to the call of duty.
Name of your liege: Lord Argus Oathway
Position: The frozen north
Specialty: Kislav births the single most stubborn people in the kingdom, creating a robust army that makes up in any failings with pure determination and tenacity.
History: Once upon a blue moon Kislav was a humble settlement of miners, farmers, and people strong in will. Through the years it grew and grew until it became a province of its own, filled with men and women as strong as the frozen earth they worked. When the horns of war blared Kislav was one the first to jump to its call. While it lacked a proper military a militia was scrounged up and armed with anything between pitchforks, spears, and pickaxes'. The strength of the people turned the tides of many battles, replacing tools of burden with ones of war after each clash. When the fires of war were extinguished, Kislav had proved itself a worthy and loyal ally. Given gifts of food and steel, Kislav became the staunch protectors of the throne. Their tribute being blood, flesh, and steel. To this day you can ill find a province more loyal and more willing to jump to the call of duty.