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A truly imposing figure to behold, Beladrierion rides forth girt in black plate armor, wrapped in a black cloak, and sits astride a great ebony war charger. He is the stereotypical man-at-arms, constantly striving to better
himself with lance, sword and bow in preparation for any great struggle Fate may send his way. Is kind and merciful to those in need or under his protection, but is utterly ferocious to those he calls enemy. Has a dry and sarcastic sense of humor, and it often takes his companions several minutes to a couple of hours to realize that he'd just made a joke. |
Beladrierion's appointment to the Black Talons was the realization of a dream that began when he was but a lowly page, scrubbing pots and pans in his lord's kitchen and dreaming of the day when he would ride forth on some
grand quest, bringing honor to his lord and gaining a reputation for himself. His dedication to duty and mastery of his lessons eventually led to him being knighted at an unheard-of age. He embarked on several successful quests,
ranging from the standard damsel-in-distress and culminating with him single-handedly slaying a marauding blue drake. He was promoted into the Order of the Cavalier and gained the attention of the Black Talons. After proving his worth, he took his place among the Talons, where he serves with honor. |
