Bio:Bladric was born a poor child. He was put up for adoption by his parents when he was 3 days old. A family that couldn't have children adopted him as their own on the 4th day of his young life....

Bladrics father was a junk dealer and traveled around alot. So bladric really didn't have a home to speak of. Life on the road wasn't that bad,but Bladric wished they had a home of their own. Bladrics mother was a seamstress and worked out of the family wagon. She would send Bladric into the towns to hawk their wares and try to get some orders for his mother. Bladric didn't mind that much because it gave him a chance to make some new friends in the process.

One day when Bladric was about 16 years old the family was traveling through Llyn Barfog at night, and a band of goblins attacked the wagon. Bladrics father tried to fight off the beasts but was overpower by 4 of the creatures. Bladric and his mother tried to hide in the wagon but the goblins had already seen them. The Goblins began to pound on the sides of the wagon in an attempt to get in and kill the humans.Bldrics mother gave Bladric the finest sword his father had. She grabbed a mace and a shield and told Bladric to run for his life when she opened the doors. Bladric protested this idea but it was too late to argue. The Goblins decided to set the covered wagon ablaze to get at their victims.


The doors to the wagon burst open catching the goblins off guard. Bladrics mother crushing the skull of the first goblin she saw. Out of the wagon they came, both fighting for their lives. Bladric did as his mother told him and he ran for his life. it took 6 of the little goblins to overpower his mother, but she gave Bladric the time he needed to escape. Bladric ran for his life as the tears streamed down his face, he never looked back.


Bladric wandered for days until he came upon Snowdonia Station. There he told the innkeeper what had happened to his family. So the innkeeper put Bladric up for a few days and gave him chores to do to keep his mind off the death of his adopted family. The innkeeper knew of a man that might be able to help Bladric....

One day when Bladric had just finished his chores the innkeeper came to him. He said Bladric I want you to meet someone who has agreed to help you out. Bladric and the innkeeper walked into the front room of the inn and there he was. Bright Blue Breastplate, silver arms and leggings and a very regal cloak. Bladric was Amazed. The innkeeper then spoke...This is Lord SoulBlighter, and he has agreed to accept you as a squire if that life has any meaning to you. Bladric considered the offer and being put on the spot...,all he could thing of was his family being slaughtered and him running to safety.

Thus Began Bladric Life. In the service of Lord SoulBlighter the Paladin. For the rest of the story you have to read the book. Long Live A-o-D !!

Somewhere near Prydwen Keep...

It has been 7 long years....Has it been that long ? Aye it is a certainty. Bladric took a long sip off his tea and drifted back over the years....

He was a young lad of 16 years when Lord SoulBlighter took him in. The first few months where the worst. Constant exercise and endless running. Seeming awful hours of horsemanship. Aye it seemed so meaning less at the time. And the constant badgering... Yes Lord SoulBlighter was like his mother...and all the more.....


Bladric thinks back to the hours of weapons training, and the art of fighting with every style of weapon. He remembers thinking about the day he couldn't protect his family and that fueled his desire to achieve his goal. Then his thoughts drifts to other matters... Of how much Lord SoulBlighter tried to force him to study the word. As much as Bladric wanted to he could find interest in such things.His desire to defend the weak is fueled by hatred of what happened to his family and not some GOD given right. But that didn't seem to matter to Lord SoulBlighter. Bladric couldn't make his master understand.


Then one day Bladric turned 21. Lord SoulBlighter came to Bladric and said,"I have taught you all i can and you have to choose your career path now." Bladric gave this some thought and he said,"I choose to be an ArmsMan." Lord SoulBlighter took a deep breath...., "Then I direct you to the Defenders of Albion to further your training." Bladric was very happy to finally have earned his right to become a knight. So he went to Camelot and joined the Defenders Of Albion.

Duty was pretty good for the first few months. Guarding supply caravans and other merchant trade goods. Life couldn't be easier Bladric thought to himself. As they approached the village of Lyn Barfog they could see the smoke for miles. There had been a goblin raid and they set 2 buildings a fire. Bladric got the details and formed up the patrol. They would go and seek out the goblins and pay them back in kind....

Bladrics patrol found the goblins camping under a grove of trees near a river. There was just 8 of them in the patrol and Bladric counted 21 goblins. Well he was counting on his armor making up for the numbers and decided they would attack. The patrol got their gear together and got ready for the battle. First they surprised the goblins with a volley of crossbow bolts killing 5 of the little bastards outright. then the goblin camp was like a hornets nest. Goblins running every which way. Then the second volley. Another 4 dead as the goblins charged their attackers. A short but vicious battle ensued where bladric lost 2 men, but defeated the goblin raiders. As Bladric thought about GOD... and good men dieing doing good deads....his mind was ripped from such thoughts. He noticed a large Gold ring on the goblin leaders finger....

Thus Bladric won his first magic item, a Goblin Forged Ring. And now he sits at prydwen keep. Doing drill and ceremony...Blah...Blah...Blah... So with a determined look in his face he made a decision. I'm going to find a guild of adventurers and live the exciting life. So with that idea in mind he set out for Camelot for the second time in his 23 years. That was like his golden birthday that year. He was 23 years old and 23 seasons into his Armsman training. He felt very good about himself as he finished his cup of tea.....