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Felix Greer

Sometimes, I prefer being lost. The woods are kinder to me than my lord.

0 · 274 views · located in Medieval France, during the Hundred Years War

a character in “1349: The Road to War”, as played by XavierDantius32

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Fate has not been kind to the Greer family. His father was killed by bandits when Felix was just three. Pox-scarred and unlovely, his mother was driven from the local mill after a supposed affair with the miller, forced into the harsh out-country near the Scottish border. Unable to find any other work she became a prostitute, spreading her legs for any man who would take her.

Not all of these men were kind to the young Felix. He tasted belt and fist, beaten for being in the house, or simply looking the wrong way at an incensed client. The only refuge he had was in the woods, trying to provide for himself and his mother. In the quiet solace of the trees, he taught himself to track and move unseen. With his father's yew bow and a quiver of goose-fletched arrows, he became a first class archer.

As he reached adolescence, his back and shoulders grew unnaturally broad and strong, giving him a true archer's build. His eye developed further, an affinity for where every arrow would land, even at seemingly vast distances.

He took his first kill the day after his seventeenth birthday, when a party of Scottish raiders came howling over the border, towards his small village. As they broke from the tree cover, a good four hundred yards from the boundary pallisade, Felix and the men of the village unleashed a rain of steel. None of the raiding party made it back over the border.

Over the next decade Felix became hardened by constant strife, and a passionate defender of his country. After the untimely death of his mother he headed south, following the call to battle in distant France.

At Crecy, he took part in the slaughter of the French nobility, burying bodkins in armoured breasts, loosing slashing broadheads at vulnerable infantry. As the impetuous French army disintegrated, some of the knights tried to break through the fragile screen of archers, pushing Felix and his colleagues away from the main order of battle.

Bereft of his countrymen, stranded in unfamiliar and hostile terrain, Felix had to draw on every ounce of skill he learned in the northern woodlands. He became a poacher and a vagabond, taking what he needed by night from unguarded houses.

He did his best to stay away from civilization, wandering in a vague south-westerly direction, following the rumour that the English remained in Gascony. Along the way, he became a scourge to the local banditry, going out of his way to cripple their efforts in harassing the peasants whilst their lord fled from the English in the north.

He came upon the village in the early evening, his bow-stave unstrung with a quiver of thirty arrows at his waist. He was dressed simply with his mail hauberk hidden under a rough-spun cloak, deer-hide breeches tucked into a pair of supple fur-lined riding boots, taken from a corpse at Crecy. A short blade hung alongside his arrow-bag, a woodsman's ax slung over his shoulder.

Felix had seen this sight a thousand times. War would never change, whether it was in England, or France.

So begins...

Felix Greer's Story