Tomas Mandragora

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==Description==
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'11
Weight: 160
Age: 18
Place of Origin: Sheinar
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 3
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
"You are not going" shout Tomas' father Shumgin, "You will not become a 
warder end of story!"
"But father," replied Tomas "You have told me how you once met a warder and 
his Charge.
You said that when you had fought him that even you could not best him. Also 
you have told me time and time again that His fighting style was basically the 
same as our own yet infinitely more intricate."
"NO!" screamed Shumgin "I will not have a man of my blood that become a 
walking death wish. Look at what happened to all of the poor men at "(at this 
point Shumgin bows his head and shakes it)" The men who are warders are now 
nothing but puppets of the TOWER. I may respect those men for there fighting 
abilities and may even praise them but I won't have any son of mine become one. You 
are a noble and will see to it that out house remains in tack."
At that Tomas was about to say something, but his father interrupted.
"I know you are the youngest son, and you should also know the saying 'oldest 
son fathers strength, youngest son mothers baby.' Would you make your mother 
cry"?
Tomas: " You know that mother will be happy with anything I do as long as I 
am happy."
Shumgin: "If that is true then why is it that your mother asks me to stop 
you? Why is it that every woman in the women's quarter is accosting your brother 
and demanding that he make you see reason? Why is it that all three of your 
sisters are trying to persuade the guard to lock the city doors and not let 
anyone through because of you?"
Says Tomas "I am not the only one leaving father will you stop all of the 
young men who are leaving? Or just me?"
Shumgin says with feeling "None of the others are my child, and I will not 
have you leave to go off to die. Can't you see I cannot stand by and watch my 
youngest son go off to die!"
Tomas waited for weeks before he came to his father again. Tomas had spoken 
to no one in his family barring his mother of course. Finally his father 
ordered him to his seeing room where they said much useless frivolities, but then 
Tomas said something to change his fathers mind.
Tomas said "Father i will die one day, this place is death, we are so close 
to the blighted lands that we see more trollocks than people. What life would 
you have me lead, I for one wish to fight the growing darkness the only way I 
know how. Let me leave father you know I can protect myself. You and every 
other man here have been teaching me how to use a sword since I was old enough to 
lift one. (Tomas laughs) Do you remember that time when I was practicing with 
Wilther and I cut my hand and all of you panicked.
Shumgin laughs along with Tomas "Yes i remember. I thought that your mother 
would flay me alive and that cut was only 3 inches long and barely skin deep. 
And all you did was sitting on your mothers lap and smile. At that time I 
could have laughed but dared not to. You may have been the youngest and mothers 
favorite. But your brother Samuel was always the baby, mother babied him too 
much you know. We were for sure we would not be having any more children after 
him, but then you came along and I and every other man thought you would be a 
prissy little courtier. What I am trying to say is that as long as you swear to 
do your best to come back to us. I will allow you to go."
"Thank you father," exclaimed Tomas," I must go pack mine things and pray 
before leaving" With that Tomas rushed out of the room to get his sword and war 
gear.
Shumgin sighs" My son what will become of you. All I want is your happiness 
and it seems to be happy you will rush off to die." With that the proud man 
softly cries until a guard comes into the room.
"My lord" said the random guard," YOUR son wishes to leave immediately what 
shall we do??"
"Let him go he has my blessing," said Shumgin quietly.
Tomas had such along journey that his father sent with him 4 guards men along 
with the 5 youths that wanted to go with him. Of those 5 he was the leader 
and could not only beat them all sparring but could do so with only 1 sword. Now 
that was an achievement for Tomas seeing as how he was trained to use 
two-sword techniques. The seasoned warriors were different, they had all fought 
trollocks, and even a fade. All he did on the trip was practice his sword work. He 
practiced every day and sometimes practiced on horseback. Nothing stopped him 
from practicing at least 5 times a day. If it appeared that the guards would 
try to push the group and not stop. Tomas would order them to stop so that he 
could practice. This trip took Tomas and his party 3 months to make because of 
it, but no one grudged him on it. When finally the party reached the gate 
Tomas was told in no uncertain terms that he would have to renounce his claim to 
his father's title. Tomas did so without a moments thought. But all of the 
others that had come with him refused and were summarily sent home. 
"Now is the time thought Tomas, I will finally become a warder"
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