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Daron has a minion!

Armond the Darkmatter Pet Rock

Daron
Legacy Name: Daron

The

Darkmatter Kumos
Owner: Pureflower

Age: 14 years, 3 weeks, 2 days

Born: February 22nd, 2012

Adopted: 14 years, 3 weeks, 2 days ago

Adopted: February 22nd, 2012

Pet Spotlight Winner
August 31st, 2016

Statistics

Level: 113
Strength: 230
Defense: 11
Speed: 11
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 59
Books Read: 29
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Centrifuge Master

Daron staggered back as the icy wind blasted the platform on which he stood. He swiped at his streaming eyes, squinting out on the obscured valley that just a few weeks ago had been carpeted in autumn's colors. The familiar hills lost their edges and reformed in the swirling white drifts of the fickle wind. The armies of legend could be lining up at the castle gate and he wouldn't know it until he felt the impact of a ram.

He stamped his feet, shaking his head at his own folly. Such fancy thoughts were for bards, not Guards. Dreamers rarely survive their trainee days and certainly never rise in rank to sport a captain’s badge. Besides, no musician worth a copper coin would attempt to sing the glories of polishing armor or freezing one's tail off.

His glance strayed to the barracks. A frail yellow ribbon of light shone down on the fresh snow, the only spot of brightness amid somber gray shadows and cheerless white mounds. The men were surely enjoying the barrels sent over with the commander’s compliments. This time they would not toast in the New Year with the usual cheap swill.

The men deserved a holiday after two weeks of digging out villagers too stubborn to seek shelter in the lowlands. These were mountain folk who believed they had seen all of winter’s moods. Not even old Whistler could claim memories of a winter this harsh though he has withstood a century of life on the mountain’s shoulder. The winds are cruel, the snow abundant, and the bitter cold sinks readily to the very bones of creatures fool enough to venture beyond their doorsteps.

His men will not save him a pint. They know him better by now. He follows the honor code with the dedication of a religious fanatic. He can rise in the middle of the night without so much as a yawn of protest and he is the last to seek his bunk at night. He keeps his black uniform in pristine condition at all times. Few can match his prowess with sword, staff, or bow. He is a Guard straight out of the handbook, yet on quiet summer nights he will sit for hours looking up at the stars.

He smiles as the distant tolling of a bell announces the midnight hour. Not even the fury of a blizzard can drown out the shouts of the men as they welcome the New Year with gusto. One of the new recruits comes to relieve him, a youth by the name of Armond.

“Happy New Year, Captain Daron, sir.”

“And to you, Guardsman. May the newborn sun grant us all a prosperous year.”

He would repeat the greeting many times before he could retire to his personal quarters. A girl in the blues of a Messenger awaited his attention. She saluted him in the proper manner and placed a scroll in his gloved hand.

It was a call for every northern unit to assist in the capture of a bandit stronghold in which a notorious band of rogues was cornered. Men of the Guard learn quickly to appreciate peaceful moments, for such moments are rare.

Profile made by Flier
Stone Wall from Here
Castle 1 from Here
Castle 2 from Here
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Story by Pureflower
Broken images replaced with solid-colored boxes until I have time to replace the images. That's what I get for not saving images on my older profiles. =(