Back Story: Another unique lad who hails from Tignir who bears a sword style passed down the generations of his family, the "lightning blade.
Much of his past remains a mystery. From age 8 he had been taught by his "Padre" the art of the sword. Word has it his father had left a crime syndicate known as the "Agents of Iyis" in order to marry his mother. This perhaps explains the lockpick he carries.
At age 12 he lost his mother during a raid of unknown creatures. It is said that is when he set out on his journey.
He takes pride in the crude topographical database he carries in his book.
Still, his motives are unclear.
Physical Description:
Mid-long Dark Hair Brown Eyes Dark Green attire with white belt and neck-guard jacket Slightly Dark-skinned(i.e. a tan)
Ch. I: Statuslvl 1
As Surge wandered around Tignir's mountainous terrain, taking terse notes of the landscape with his pad, he stumbled across a small cave at the bottom of a cliff.
He heard voices from inside, though he couldn't make out their owners in the dim light. Luckily for him, he was not seen, for he eavesdropped from a nearby clump of wild flowers.
"... though. If this keeps up, we might be able to make it there before the weekend. Sire, forgive me for being forward, but I must know... how can we embrace this war? I want to do all that I can, but I don't know which side to choose"
Came a feminine voice.
Silence.
"Arias is our only ally in this war. We cannot hope for much from them anyhow. Their faith in us can be compared to faith in the solar eclipse. Besides, Tignir isn't quite in the condition of taking a role in this war as it is"
A rough voice replied.
"I know it's hard to accept, but there is a chance our country will see a new government if Claros wins this war"
" What are you saying? Are you giving up"
"Katherine... of course not. We will go to war, if push comes to shove, though uniting the whole of the nation is no easy feat"
"I hope"
The crackle of a new fire, and a sudden illumination inside the cave.
(Hmm. They don't sound like the typical bandits)
Surge pondered.
(Still, I should keep my distance for a while longer: gather more information on 'em)
Ch.II: Statuslvl 2
It was morning. Surge brought out his pad and analyzed it.
(Had I really covered the outer portion of Tignir?) he thought.
On the pad, the borders of Tignir were covered in a bolder lead shade. Only the coast was not scouted. He had covered nigh a thousand miles! (No wonder it took so long. Derr.)
The sun shone through the leaves of the rather large shrubbery he was hiding in, and the warmth enticed him to emerge from the foliage. He checked the cave. He heard no voices, saw no one.
As he stepped out, he sensed something in the distance. A battle.
Unknown banners waved towards Tignir's, and the sound of metal striking filled the air. Surge ran towards the sounds, a paced stride. He reached a hill that led to a cliff.
As he reached the end of the cliff, he attained a bird's eye view of a massive battle. (There must be hundreds of them... who are they?)
The glimmer of metal shined in the sun, and a roar of voices cried out. It had begun! The force engaged the militia forces of Tignir, outnumbering them three to one. This unknown force seemed to be trained very well.
Surge was at a loss. (I should defend my country, though those numbers are far overwhelming...) Are you giving up? came a voice inside his head. already
Get yourself down there. You may be an individual, but you can make a difference. Especially if you help your countrymen
(Fine. I'll find out where this voice is coming from later)
Ch. III: Statuslvl 3
The thunderous sound of hooves roared down the small desert which separated the cliff from the meadow. From the cliff, Surge climbed down at a steady pace.
As the battle grew louder, he hastened ever faster.
At last he had reached the site, air full of dust and arrows.
A soldier approached him and attempted to axe him in the torso, he evaded; brought his sword down on the soldier. The smell of blood didn't appeal to Surge very much, though it was tolerable.
The soldier fell, Surge leapt and entered the fray.
After a time, the enemy seemed to gain ground. Surge was hard-pressed to stretch to his full potential, one not performed in a very long time, and the militiamen he worked with noticed his efforts.
Then, "You there! Swordsman!" came a voice behind the lines.
Surge lifted his bloodied sword from the chest of his near 50th enemy. He peered into the lines of the militiamen; saw one in particular, a man situated on a horse adorned with upper-class fittings. (Must be the corporal or some higher-up class) thought Surge. He ran to the clearing where the corporal on his horse had waited, asked "Yes, sir?"
"Who are you? It is obvious your efforts are in favor of Tignir, yet you simply enter the fray like that without proper notice. Did someone send you?"
Surge curtly answered, " I'm just a passer-by. After seeing such a force bearing down on us, though, I couldn't just sit and watch. The name's Surge. May I ask who you are?"
"Hmph. I am the squad leader of these militiamen, Maximillian Sato. I've come with my men to repel these attackers, though I feel I needed more men..."
The man peered into the enemy lines, wide-eyed with disbelief.
The enemy seemed to be retreating. Having suffered many losses, though about even in numbers with the militiamen now, some were running opposite the direction they came from.
"Men! They are retreating, it seems! But do not celebrate, just yet. Stay vigilant and take down enough to clear the way. Do not pursue them after they make it past the entrance to the woods! We do not want to separate." yelled Maximillian.
"Yes, squad leader!" the militiamen replied.
Surge could not believe it either. Ya see? There is still hope. re-emerged the disembodied female voice in his head. He looked all around him, found no one to match the voice.
(This is beginning to freak me out)
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