Degor
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Player: forsakensoul
Character Full Name: Aynnon Degor Eralihan
Character In-Game Name: Degor
Nickname(s): none
Association(s): Undercity, Horde, The Knights of the Queen.
Race: Forsaken
Class: warrior
Age: 46 when died, 55 now
Sex: Male
Hair: Shoulder length, yellow-green
Eyes: Yellow
Weight: 70kg
Height: 185 cm
Other: He walks upright, extending to his full height.
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance
Degor usually wears his heavy armor set, and wields a two handed sword. He has some potions hanging of his belt.
Personality
Degor is quite energetic and eager, he rests rarely, always trying to do something. He is quite egoistic and arrogant, believing that he knows a lot and that other people should listen to him. He still somewhat believes in justice, but he doesn't make his decisions by it very often. Degor finds pleasure in adrenaline, so he gets into fights very easily. He will not get into dangerous situations unless there is a gain for him. In combat situations, he always makes a strategy, and plans his moves ahead. He's loyal, and he will serve well one who employs him.
History
Aynnon was born in Lordaeron, twenty one years before the first war. His father was a guard in the city, so his family wanted him to choose a military career. He gladly accepted, and was being prepared for it by his father, until he turned twelve, and they found an old knight who would accept him as a squire and train him in the arts of warfare. The knight was very strict, and was ordering Aynnon to work and train all day. Little free time he had in the evening, was spent playing with children who were also working in the knights house.
They were always playing with wooden sticks, imagining stories about them fighting the trolls and dragons and being great heroes of their kingdom. Aynnon named his character Degor. Children loved to play with him, and they were making him show them new moves he learned on his training. Since he loved his character very much, he started using that name with other people in the mansion, and they started calling him like that.
After seven years passed, his master recognised him as worthy, and dispatched him to Lordaeron to find a job. Degor applied for work in the town guard, but was rejected. He returned to his master, and continued to work for him. Now for payment. After a few years he earned enough money to buy his own set of plate armor and his own weapon, and he started taking some minor mercenary jobs. Life was going well until the Orcish Horde came from the south.
The son of the old knight wanted to go war despite the wish of his father not to do so. After long persuasion, the knight allowed him to go, but sent Degor and hired few mercenaries to protect him. They dispatched quickly and headed to Tarrens Mill. Degors only concern was the life of his masters son.
As they approached Tarrens Mill, they noticed black smoke rising form the town. "This is bad.Very bad." flew through Degors mind. "We must turn back." he said, but the egoistic young man wouldn't listen. He ordered the group to carry on. It was not long before they noticed large person walking towards them. They could hear him talking, but words were unclear. The group stopped, begging their leader to return. He ignored them and went onward, slowly unsheathing his sword and picking up the haste. "No! Wait!" Degor shouted and followed the man he was supposed to protect. He was running fast, but has failed to stop knights son from engaging the orc scout. Orc was cut in the arm by the human, but he returned with a hit on the mans chest, done by a small mace. Human dropped his shield, while quickly removing his helmet and tossing it to Degor. He was counting on his agility, which he didn't have. Degor wanted to help the knights son but stood there frozen, holding a helmet in his hand. Quick swing landed on humans forehead, and lead to his death. Degor watched in terror as the man he was supposed to protect fell down. Orc slightly moved his hand, which Degor recognised as an attack move, and started running away. He ran past the mercenaries who gave him a quick puzzled look. He ran for an hour in an unknown direction, when he finally stopped to examine what hath happened.
The hardest part was yet to come, telling the knight of his son's death. When Degor arrived at the mansion, he quickly headed towards the knights chamber, ignoring all who were greeting him or asking questions about the war. Knight looked up and frownd at Degor walking in. Knight quickly stood up and asked "What happened?". Degor kept his sight locked on the ground, and just placed the helmet on a small table in front of the knight. He quickly turned away, not waiting for the reaction. Depression quickly over run him, causing him to stay isolated in a far corner of the mansion, doing nothing, just sitting and watching the sky. After few weeks old knight slowly walked towards him and sat next to him.
"I know it was not your fault. " Degor just sighed. " I believe you have done your best to protect him. I am proud of you. " Degor lowered his sight, frowning. Then he slowly nodded to the knight. Old knight walked away. That day Degor made an oath, that he will always protect the poor and innocent, and that he will die doing so.
Few more weeks passed and Degor started doing some minor jobs on the mansion, until he heard of dire news. The old knight was passing away. Degor approached his bed, when the knight handed him a piece of paper. "Take care of these people...", knight said and he passed away. Degor opened the parchment and frowned on what he had seen. "I, Cadaekin Lorewyth, due to death of my only son, am leaving all my properties, along with this mansion and the farm surrounding it, to Aynnon Eralihan, who has been like my other son." Signed by the knight and sealed with his seal. Those were his masters last words, he had to accept. He didn't see it as a prize, but as a duty, to take care of that mansion and its residents.
As years passed, Degor kept training, and doing mansion related jobs. He adopted few orphans and raised them on his farm. Years passed, and he was becoming an established knight,sometimes helping the Lordaeron Military voluntarily ,until the war, like the last time, turned everything upside down.
It was a sunny day, when the worker delivered supply of food as usual. Degor gave him a tip, and rode off to the forest to train. Upon returning home, he was informed that some of the workers were having stomach issues. After dinner, he lay in his bad, planing to to get his sick workers to a healer in the morning. He fell asleep, thinking of the boar he killed today. He overslept the visit to a healer, and much more things.
First thing he saw when he awoke was a dark celling of the crypt covered in spider web, lighted by the light of a small candle. As he was slowly recovering from the shock he realised that there were two heavily decomposed corpses laying next to him. He raised his hand trying to get up, when he realised what he had become. The arm was missing the skin, and you could see parts of his bones through the meat. He eyed him self up and down, being unable to believe at what he was just seeing. He remained like that for good fifteen minutes, looking at himself, until he decided to walk out.
His sight was harmed by sunlight, but he quickly got used to it. He was greeted by a standing corpse, just like him, but he ignored him and kept walking forward. After few steps he slowly traced back, and spoke to the forsaken. " What the fell is going on here?". He was slowly explained about the endeavours of the scourge, the plague of undeath, of the fall of the king, and of the breaking free of the evil princes grasp, and the rebirth of Lordaeron.
After the hearing of the story, Degor rushed to his field, to see what has become of it. He was terrified as he saw that in the place of his house, stood a pile of rubble. His reaction was not similar to what he expected he would feel. Instead of deep sadness and sorrow he just felt emptiness within him. He approached an old oak that was growing next to the house. It was corrupted, and its crust has turned black. He started digging with has bare hands, and he dag out an old rusty helm, which he placed on his head, and walked of into the night, heading to his beloved city.
Degor, a decoyed corpse with torn clothing and a plate helmet on his head, slowly walked pass the guards and entered the ruins of Lordaeron. A place of which he dreamed riding in as a hero, he sees ruined, and enters it as an abomination. He found way into the Undercity, and was astonished by the look of his new home. Some Alchemist approached him and offered him work as his assistant. Degor accepted, and worked for him for a couple of years. He earned enough money to buy a new set of armor, and than began working as a mercenary.
Since that time, Degor travels around looking jobs, either mercenary or just some physical labor. From time to time, he returns to his farm, thinking of his past life and of the oath he hath made.
