Arkados, the Warrior of Nightshade

I had walked these roads a thousand times now, and every time I walked them again it felt fresh. You may not know who I am and it’s understandable. Before dying, I had never even heard the word, Einherjar. Now it’s part of my daily life.

Not even I knew who I was, and I still don’t. Memories come in small unclear packages but after a year of being dead and slowly regaining my memories and thoughts, it’s piecing together the story of my life.

I was Arkados of the Pale. A warrior bound to the King of Caernum. I haven’t recovered my childhood memories or who my parents were, so I’ll skip over that. When I was just a teen I worked as a stable hand in the capital of Caemum. One of the Nobles saw untapped skill within me so they had me trained as a spearman.  I dominated the battlefield with spear in hand and vigor in my soul. In this way I quickly became one of the great warriors of Caernum, and was named to the elite Order of the Pale.

The day came when I was ordered to command a siege on an enemy fortress. I made the unfortunate mistake of underestimating their manpower. Though by the end of it, we were getting the job done.

The commander of the fortress, Regulus of Baltraig, had joined the fray and he made quick work of my soldiers. In the midst of battle, he had slaughtered my friends and with a struggle he finally put me to rest.

My goddess, Lyor’ra, the Lady of Nightshade, prevented me from entering her halls and told me I was destined for something greater and the next thing I knew was nothing as my memories vanished.

When I ended up here, I had no idea who or where I was. I wandered until I met up with two men named Faolin and Gadaren. Faolin is the Jarl of Hammer’s Hold. They recognized my situation and kindly took me with them. Though I was in a new realm my warrior senses were as strong as ever. I knew I sensed danger here, but I didn’t know exactly why. Then the Blighted came as did the Four Devils, and it became clear to me the threat was serious.

In my battles against the Blighted and the Four Devils I started to make a name for myself.  Soon I had my new life together… then the memories started returning and I was confused. People, places, all these things I couldn’t put a name to. After a long while the memories started making sense but at this point, I really didn’t care because I am a different person altogether.

That was who I was, a warrior of the king, a dog of the military. I believe after entering the Myth Wood, I am a different person. Now, I am a man of the wet work and paid duties, I am a stalker of the shadows, the agent of the night. A warrior of my goddess, Lyor’ra.

I was Arkados of the Pale… Now, I am…

Arkados, the Warrior of Nightshade.