Description from original post (created 2013-02-19 00:14):
Born on the snowy mountain side of the Nomadon Peaks Mankar Kastav was born to fight. Fighting not for greed, but for the protection of his Encampment. Since a kid he was always first to be ready on minute man duty, a militia secretly bound by neighborly trust, that would assemble on the minute in case of intruders. he did so well that he was promoted to Commander when he was only 16 years old. He worked part time in the mines they channeled into the mountain side, there they found copious veigns of iron, silver, and gold. Jewels were not very common in the rocks, but petty crystals ment nothing to their survival. He made an honest living
One night when Mankar was asleep an on-duty minute man approached his quarters in the largest longhouse in the village, with most troubling news. On his patrol the guard found a goblin dropping, a foul smelling pile it was. Commander rallied the troops to the center of the village and informed them of the sighting. The mood was more casual than it should have been. The troops slit up and cover the perimeters with other checking the living quarters.
Commander joins the perimeter search for any goblins. He draws his sword and lingers into the pine forest on alert. The darkness clouds around him quickly and uncomfortably. ice flakes falling from the sky would occasionally gust in his eyes adding to the unsettlement. He drew his back to a tree and looked out. in the distance he spot a group of torches hobbling through the snow and sliding down the mountain. Commander sheathed his sword and readied his bow. As he was about to draw the arrow he continues to watch the group trying to better identify the group.
Screams and yelling arise from the village and the commander fires. The arrow splinters right through the goblins head and greaks out an awful sound. The group stops, startled, as the body flies lifelessly off the trail. The group follows the direction of the arrow, right at Commander Kastav. Kastav Fires his bow again and takes another one out. They run even faster and start weaving in and out of the trees. The goblins realize the torches are revealing them so the dropped them in the snow. Yelling persist to come from the village. Commander thinks over his options, fight the remaning horde and prevent them from entering the village or protect the village from what ever is already there. He then looks over his options and sees a dark snowy forst with lurking goblins, then he looks over to the village, which was now on fire. He sprints over tot he perimeter and starts running around the huts looking for danger. He sees huts on fire and goblins on the rooftops. He draws the next arrows and aims for the fire starters, two small, skinny and very ugly goblins with pyrotechnic magics, starting fires with the sprinkle of a dust. He had only read about them in legends.
The first one dies and gets ripped off the roof. The other skammpered onto the next roof top. "Aim for the rooftops, more goblin renforcements on the way!" He commanded. He hands his bow to a fleeing villager and told him to protect home. He stopped and looked at his home, he saw his kin running and fearing for life, his housings burning, and guards defending their peopleThe village was being intruded by more goblins, big, lanky, a leathery goblins. Sticks with rocks tied to them and spears. Barbarians they were. Commander Kastav roared with vigor as he drew his sword and charged at the goblins entering the village. He swung and spun in an artful, agressive, and evasive way, slicing through the limbs of the goblins. He gracefully lunged from one goblin to another dismembering their heads. There were ten of them and one of him. That night he killed the goblins in a godly way and saved the village. For it was not bloodlust that guided him, but the power of protection.