Bjorn and Chauff - Frontliners
"Well, lad I used to be a sailor, had some fighting experience due to the amount of pirates." Bjorn said, as he started his tale. "I sailed everywhere around these 9 islands, carrying all manner of spices and goods from place to place. However, when you get old, you have that urge to settle down, and rest those tired bones of yours. I traveled for awhile looking for such a place." He smiled, his pearly whites showing. "And that was when I met Orpheaus and the people of Passtrough. It was a pretty bleak day, 6 years ago. It was raining horribly, so I was looking for shelter. I came across this town, It however, was under attack, by a single man. A horrible Figure, 7 or 8 feet tall, with strange armour. the right half, an Angel, the left a Demon. Our shiny Golden Victonari was fighting him alone out in the field. Terrified, the town stood still as they watched the battle between the 2, even me. They matched each others blows, 1 for 1, neither having an upperhand at anytime. But it quickly started to change. Orpheaus started to tire, after almost an hour of straight fighting, the Mysterious Figure, somehow, with inhuman energy was still fighting like a madman. It was looking so bleak, that was when I jumped into action. Pulling my dual swords, I rushed to his aid, getting there just in time to catch the felling blow. The town following my example, all rushed towards him as well. The Man knew he was outnumbered, and retreated." Bjorn took a deep breathe, he had been talking pretty fast, tiring himself out a bit. "Ever since then, I stayed around here. Now I am too old to fight, but I would stand next to Orpheaus on that battlefield again if I could. I know he probably seems odd to you, I know he certainly was for me at first. But I came to find he was a warrior just like me. His spirit is strong, much like yours Sigurd. I can tell just by standing near ya, you will be a powerful warrior." Bjorn placed a big hand on Sigurd's shoulder. "If he doesn't die first." Chauff added.