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Name: Erorn Swiftblade

Age: 26

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Occupation: Royal Guard/ Elven Knight

Appearance: Erorn has a pale complexion, accented by average length,fire-red hair. He has blue eyes and in spite of his muscular physique, he's still rather small. He's only about 5'3" and 125 lbs. He hides this under his armor most of the time, as it makes him look larger than he really is. When not in his armor, he likes to wear fashionable clothes.

Personality: Often picked on as a child for being smaller than the other kids, Erorn developed a fiery temper. He tends to be quick to act and slow to think. He's impulsive, but also highly driven to be the best he can be both in fighting and on a moral level.

Background:The fact that he was picked on so much as a child only strengthened his determination to be strong. By the time he was 16 his temper got him forced into the royal army and he quickly worked his through the ranks. However, the other men in the army were just as merciless as the kids he grew up with. As such, he was often left out of important missions or the target of bad pranks and practical jokes. He still doesn't let this get to him as he knows that he wouldn't have gotten into the royal army if he were weak. Soon he was promoted to the Royal Guard specifically tasked with the safety of the royal family.

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So begins...

Erorn Swiftblade's Story

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#2017-07-27 21:17:45, as written by SugarNspikeS

Erorn followed the directions given to him directly from King Hilyard. He was wearing normal clothes today, the heat was far too high to be using his heavy armor. “I can’t believe he sent me to guard the prince! I’m not a gods damned babysitter!” Erorn cursed as he traveled to the Keavaris Village. He walked down the path from the dragon ranch where he was dropped off. He pulled out a small piece of parchment with directions from the ranch to the places where the Prince was supposed to stop. “Alright, let’s see here. There’s the guy who was making the Queen’s dresses and the guy making the furniture. Or there’s the possibility that he’s back at the hotel. Shit, if I were a stuck-up spoiled, rich brat where would I go?” He snarled sarcastically. “A guide for hire who hunts vermin is not a proper body guard, but no the King was sure there was nothing to worry about. Then he changes his mind half-way into the prince’s vacation. Well I suppose I’ll start at the beginning.” He followed the directions to Elwin’s house to see if the prince was there picking up the dresses. He saw the prince standing in the doorway of the elf’s house talking to him. “Your Highness! Your Highness!” He called out to the prince. “Good, it wasn’t as hard for me to find you as I thought it would be.” He saw the look of confusion on the prince’s face and seeing that he was in normal clothing with a sword at his side, Erorn quickly realized why. “I’m sorry to interrupt, your highness, but the King has sent me to be your body guard for the remainder of your trip. Here’s the paper work.” He handed the prince a rolled up parchment with the official royal seal on it with the orders for Erorn to guard Marcus.

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#2017-07-28 20:15:08, as written by Sambea

Roshia turned around just as Rowan was walking in. She smiled and leaned in a bit when he kissed her cheek. "Thanks and it was good, got to hear how he suckered this poor woman into falling for him and how Gene came to be. Then I came up with a plan to win Gene over. We at war now... but they are staying for dinner." Daryl raised an eyebrow at her before laughing. "I will fight to the death, Roshia. She is my precious, I can't have her just fall in love with some wicked wo-"

Daryl was interrupted by Gene riding in on Cossie. The dragon didn't seem to mind. "We smell yummy food. Daddy can we stay? Cossie said he wants me to stay for dinner." He whispered back.

Daryl and Roshia laughed, "Well it is you two's lucky day! Roshia has kindly invited us to stay over and eat this yummy food with her and her husband." Gene and Cossie seemed to cheer in unison. Roshia giggled and served the plates while they all sat down.

"So Rowan, tell me about yourself. How did find the Isles and Roshia?" He asked before taking a bite. Roshia and Gene whispered and giggled with each other as the men talked.

Elwin didn't have time to answer when Marcus turned around. At first he saw nothing, but then he looked down to the kid saying he was ordered by his father to guard him. He growled, clearly annoyed. "Now my father is just fucking insulting me. He really sent a damn kid... a fucking kid to protect me. ME." Marcus sighed and turned to Elwin, "I am just going to head back to the kingdom, my father has apparently lost his damn mind. I will get someone to fetch them, so don't be alarmed when a stranger comes knocking and asking for my mother's dresses. Can you tell Nas that I will send someone for the furniture too? Thanks." He turned around and walked passed the two guards and down the to the path that lead out of the village.

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#2017-07-28 22:37:53, as written by SugarNspikeS

Erorn clenched his teeth with all the force of a bear trap as he looked up at the Marcus' agitated face.
"With all due respect, your Highness, I'm only three years younger than yourself, I'm hardly a child." He snarled up at him. "And while I'm aware that my stature can lead to some wildly inaccurate assumptions about my abilities, let me assure you that your father's trust was not misplaced in me." Erorn's tone began to relax slightly. "I'm the highest ranking guard at the palace and prior to that I worked my way through the ranks of the royal army and became one of the highest ranking knights in the kingdom. So I'm more than capable of guarding you for the remainder of your little vacation, your Highness." He turned away and took a few steps before pausing. "And for the record, I'm not thrilled about this either, but I hardly think it warrants cutting your vacation short. Your father has not lost his mind, but he does worry about you and that's why he sent his best guard."