Post by Norton0013 on Dec 8, 2016 23:49:19 GMT -5
Not very long ago a small hamlet to the far south was annihilated by a horde of the undead. The story told speaks of a vile witch/Necromancer named Magla that abandoned the Necromancers guild and began using necromancy to further her own ambitions. Magla went into the wild and secretly began raising corpses for her personal army and aligning herself with the more powerful undead she came across.
This went on for years and when she felt she was ready Magla unleashed her legion of undead warriors on the countryside. The swarm of undead overwhelmed several coastal villages until it came to the hamlet of Marin, there just outside the village the local lord Beric made his stand. Beric’s force only consisted of a small band of warriors, but each was a veteran fighter. They decided to meet the undead horde at a natural funnel point known as the Bramble an area of twisted thorny bushes and swampland that went on for miles, the only way through was a narrow road.
Here the enemy would be forced to thin its lines and Beric’s warriors could not be flanked. The battle raged for hours and Beric’s fighters fought valiantly, but ultimately the horde proved to be too numerous and they broke the line. Warrior after warrior fell as each was overcome by numerous undead. Beric himself fell to the hoard as he attempted to hold back a group of undead so his warriors could retreat.
One sole warrior a man known to the people only as Griffon, (because he wore a black tabard with a griffon on the front) made it back to the hamlet. Beaten and bloodied Griffon stumbled into the town warning the people of what was coming. He turned to face the horde standing alone in the square calmly defiant, waiting to meet his fate.
The people saw his bravery and instinctively took up arms to assist this heroic man in defense of their town. They armed themselves with whatever was at hand and poured into the square to stand with Griffon. The Griffon spurred on by the support of the villagers shouted “Kill the undead… Kill them all!” and the fighting began.
The battle was horrific and bloody, fighting took place everywhere, everyone that could hold a weapon fought, no one was safe, women and children fought and died in the streets along with the men. The villagers fought and died in the alleyways, gathering areas and buildings they called home. The warrior called Griffon ultimately fell during the fighting along with all but a few of the villagers, but the battle was won. Between the masses of undead killed at the bramble and the efforts of the villagers of Marin the undead horde was no more.
The few survivors had their lives forever destroyed by the undead that day and they took an oath, they vowed to honor the words of Griffon and take the fight to the undead for all of the good people of the world. In honor of the final order given by the warrior known as Griffon during his last stand, they named themselves The Order of the Griffon.
The survivors having been forged into budding undead slayers during the hardship of battle took any valuables that they could scavenge from the town and used the money to equip and train themselves. They then spread out in small bands in search of new members, lore, money and patrons, anything to further the cause. Members wear black tabards, robes or body armor similar to that worn by the original Griffon, often with black cloaks bearing a griffon emblem on the left shoulder.
The Necromancer Magla has not been heard from since she released her undead on the world, but the order is searching…
The Oath
I swear by the gods and all that I hold dear... that I henceforth submit myself to the slaying the undead and anyone who might create them for wicked intent... I hereby offer my life in the tireless pursuit of anything that might aid in this effort... I pledge to stay true to this calling until I am no longer able or death takes me from this world.
This went on for years and when she felt she was ready Magla unleashed her legion of undead warriors on the countryside. The swarm of undead overwhelmed several coastal villages until it came to the hamlet of Marin, there just outside the village the local lord Beric made his stand. Beric’s force only consisted of a small band of warriors, but each was a veteran fighter. They decided to meet the undead horde at a natural funnel point known as the Bramble an area of twisted thorny bushes and swampland that went on for miles, the only way through was a narrow road.
Here the enemy would be forced to thin its lines and Beric’s warriors could not be flanked. The battle raged for hours and Beric’s fighters fought valiantly, but ultimately the horde proved to be too numerous and they broke the line. Warrior after warrior fell as each was overcome by numerous undead. Beric himself fell to the hoard as he attempted to hold back a group of undead so his warriors could retreat.
One sole warrior a man known to the people only as Griffon, (because he wore a black tabard with a griffon on the front) made it back to the hamlet. Beaten and bloodied Griffon stumbled into the town warning the people of what was coming. He turned to face the horde standing alone in the square calmly defiant, waiting to meet his fate.
The people saw his bravery and instinctively took up arms to assist this heroic man in defense of their town. They armed themselves with whatever was at hand and poured into the square to stand with Griffon. The Griffon spurred on by the support of the villagers shouted “Kill the undead… Kill them all!” and the fighting began.
The battle was horrific and bloody, fighting took place everywhere, everyone that could hold a weapon fought, no one was safe, women and children fought and died in the streets along with the men. The villagers fought and died in the alleyways, gathering areas and buildings they called home. The warrior called Griffon ultimately fell during the fighting along with all but a few of the villagers, but the battle was won. Between the masses of undead killed at the bramble and the efforts of the villagers of Marin the undead horde was no more.
The few survivors had their lives forever destroyed by the undead that day and they took an oath, they vowed to honor the words of Griffon and take the fight to the undead for all of the good people of the world. In honor of the final order given by the warrior known as Griffon during his last stand, they named themselves The Order of the Griffon.
The survivors having been forged into budding undead slayers during the hardship of battle took any valuables that they could scavenge from the town and used the money to equip and train themselves. They then spread out in small bands in search of new members, lore, money and patrons, anything to further the cause. Members wear black tabards, robes or body armor similar to that worn by the original Griffon, often with black cloaks bearing a griffon emblem on the left shoulder.
The Necromancer Magla has not been heard from since she released her undead on the world, but the order is searching…
The Oath
I swear by the gods and all that I hold dear... that I henceforth submit myself to the slaying the undead and anyone who might create them for wicked intent... I hereby offer my life in the tireless pursuit of anything that might aid in this effort... I pledge to stay true to this calling until I am no longer able or death takes me from this world.