Who's Who of Falcon Tor:

Find out more about the "characters" that make up our group.

Airea

Airea's photo On July 4th 1096 A.D. I was born Airea Haranen in Abo, Finland. My father was Chief James Haranen and my mother was a woman that he met while gathering his clan. When I was younger I was raised with barbarians but I never liked the way they fought. I suppose I just thought there was a better way to live, I thought the grass would be greener on the other side.

When I was 9 my father insisted that I marry another chief who I really didn't like. He was a complete war-crazed, air-headed man who didn't have ANY respect for women. I wasn't going to take these orders so I ran. I ran so far, I had left my home with no time to prepare for this trip, and did not have enough food or water. Somehow I made it through, and I finally found myself in Moscow, Russia after weeks of travelling through rain and snow. It was now 1106 A.D and I was 10.

After some hopping around in the Middle East going through the empire of the Seljuk Turks and Jerusalem, I came upon a small fishing town on the west side of the Mediterranean sea. It was 1108 at I was 12. I paid for a ride to Sicily; I arrived there and caught another boat to Tunis, Africa.

There I met I very interesting girl named Madia Blackfalcon. She said she was born in Spain, and I asked what it was like there. She asked why I wanted to know and I explained that I had heard legends of their warriors - proper warriors of respect and honor. She asked me where I came from and I told her I was born in Finland. She laughed and called me one of those barbarian children that fight just to fight. I was determined to show her that I wasn't that kind of Northerner.

We traveled West for a long time and she wonderd what I was for awhile. She was a warrior because she carried an interesting arrangement of weapons. But what stumped me was that she played any instrument she could find, and she had a good assortment of stories and a beautiful voice.

We traveled together to Algiers, but I decided to leave early in the morning before was awake. I didn't want to get in her way. She said she was looking for her father, and I didn't want to mess up her search.

I left, and when I got to Fez, Africa, a HUGE sandstorm hit I was lost in the sand. I thought I would die. I laid down and the sand swept over me. By some miracle, I woke again, and the sand was no longer blowing. I saw colorful pennants flying in the distance and headed toward that hopeful sign of civilization.

The blue and yellow pennants led me to Falcon Tor. Madia must have followed me into that storm, because she was there too. With her father! We banded together, and became the Wandering Unicorns. I'm now 14, and I have a new life, where no man will tell me what to do ever again.

Dorgan Blackfist

Dorgan's photo Dorgan Blackfist, son of Grogner Blackfist who was the leader of his pack, was shown how to fight by Grogner before he could even walk four steps, but Dorgan was not like his father and did not have the strength to wield a sword. As Dorgan became older his real skill came to the light, he may not have been the strongest orc, but he was the fastest orc. When he was given his test, to start his quest to manhood, his dexterity showed it's full form. Dorgan used his speed over his strength. He flipped over trees instead of moving them, jumped from rock to rock instead of swimming up stream, and he was given the name Dorgan Blackfist "The Light Footed."

Dorgan, still at a young age, saw his pack attacked and killed by raiders, and he was carried by his strong mother into the woods for safe keeping, but Dorgan wondered off, getting lost from his mother. Dorgan walked the woods for years teaching himself how to hunt and live, but one day, he spotted a man not of this world named Darkon.

Darkon was a demon of the 6th layer of hell who showed Dorgan how to speak, read, and write. He gave Dorgan food, weapons, and armor. One day he took Dorgan to a great battlefield and made him fight for two days. It was in this battle when Dorgan stood up and yelled at the moon. Darkon knew his time was well spent. Darkon and Dorgan traveled for years fighting in war after war. One day Darkon and Dorgan were walking and came across an ogre. Dorgan stepped forward and fought the ogre for one hour. The ogre became tired, and he and Dorgan called the fight and rested. Darkon told Dorgan that this ogre was his new Battle Brother, and before Dorgan could react, Darkon burst into flames and disappeared.

Dorgan and the ogre, named Derk Child "The Tiny", walked the land until they came to a small land, where no one seemed to mind their presence. In this land, called Falcon Tor, Dorgan started a new pack with Derk and called it the Horde.

Echo

Echo's photo My real name is Jera Youngblood. When I was sixteen, as is custom in my family, I was forced from my home and town. I changed my name to something far more simple and appropriate, Echo. I wandered for countless days and nights, unsure of my direction. I eventually learned to fend for myself. One day, while wandering down an alley in an unfamiliar village I came across a man known as Baron Lorell. After speaking to him and his wife, the wonderful Lady Jessa, I was accepted into their home and family. I soon missed my wandering, free-spirited ways even as I grew accustomed to Falcon Tor. Then I met some "Greenskins". My hosts nearly despised their stinky barbaric ways, though he accepted them as great warriors. This disgusting band of creatures that lurked in the dark forests called themselves the Horde. The Horde seemed to call to me, call me back to the world I knew, of camping and hunting and wilderness. I left the good Baron's home on excellent terms, and joined the people of my own mind. Though they call me a "Pinky," I have found my place among them.

Gutherias

Gutherias' photo These are the last few Journal entries Gutherias has written in his journal.

Apellaios 14th, (November 14th)
5th year reign of Megas Alexandros (331 BC)

Huzzah to the victory over Persepolis! Our God King Alexander has yet again crushed Darius III in battle. As I sit here under the roof the city's treasury this night, Babylon's pride, I can't help but wonder if we will conquer all between here and the end of the world. With all these gold and jewels before me, it's hard to think of such things. Hopefully, my lovely wife, Pannorah, and daughter, Andria will see these riches someday. Hopefully, I will see their smiling faces in my lifetime. I miss them. This will be 3 years I have not seen my daughter, now 7. If we could only catch that worm Darius III, I can go home.

I was awarded three relics of my choice from the treasury to take home after we find Darius III. After sleeping on the decision last night, I awoke in the middle of the night to a dull glowing stone, egg shaped and larger than both my fists placed together, under some coins and jewels. Andria would love that stone in her room at night. I chose to keep it, a steel ornate sword, and a large diamond as big as my fist. I'm sure Pannorah would like that before I sell it off.

Now that Darius' capital city has been captured, that worm of a man cannot run much longer. I wonder what our King will do when he catches him. Gut him and feed it to the dogs? Who knows what a God King will do to such a man. Watching the statue of Xerxes being brought to the ground brought joy to the hearts of us Greeks. I was there, in sight of Alexander when it was laid to the ground. The smile on his face showed the same joy as my heart, in all our Greek hearts. Huzzah to the fall of Babylon!

Xanthikos 29th, (March 29th)
6th year reign of Megas Alexandros (330 BC)

It's been awhile since I was able to journal. I've written two letters to my wife since the looting of Persepolis' Treasury. I told her of the Odyssey-like adventures I've had scouting and watching undefeatable armies get crushed by our phalanx formations. Since my last entry, I watched the city of Persepolis go up in flames from afar. It was a fitting end, being that they destroyed the Acropolis of Athens in the Second Persian War. I am now scouting with nine other scouts to find where Darius the worm ran to. We are heading east to see track down the worm now.

Loios 7th, (July 7th)
6th year reign of Megas Alexandros

What an eventful morning! After sneaking into Thara, I was the first to find the bled out body of the worm Darius III. It looks like he disappointed his own generals by turning his back to us (and most likely, to his own generals). I heard that Bessah claimed to be the new King of Persia. I'm sure he'll be taken care of, maybe. Alexander doesn't hate him as he did Darius. I wonder how this bittersweet victory will be taken. I know that I'm going home, like the other Greek enlisted mercenaries, after Alexander finds out about Darius III. Many of us were hired for this specific task under the Legion Pact. Now I get to go home! Huzzah! My family will never have to worry about poverty! I miss them so much!

Hyperberetaios 15th, (September 15th)
6th year reign of Megas Alexandros

It's been a month since I was released from Alexander's command and I write this entry while sitting in this cave on a rainy day by myself. I've been traveling for a month now back to Athens, where I call home but something strange happened two days ago. I have not been traveling by myself but with about 250 other Greeks, warriors, all heading back home. After going to sleep in this cave, I was awakened by the glowing stone in the middle of the night. I don't see how anyone could have slept that night. The stone's brilliance was so bright that I couldn't see anything. I didn't hear anyone stir nor, for that matter, even a snore. I found myself sprawled across my bags, so I must have passed out. I must have blacked out because I awoke to find everyone gone but strangely, their belongings were still around me. Not only were their bags untouched but where they had lain were their clothes under their blankets. I stepped outside and looked into the tents. I found the same thing: clothes on top or under blankets. Then I took a look at the landscape. Everything has changed. Where are the mountains to the North? The stream that was a stones throw away? Where am I and what happened? If the sky wasn't blue, I would think Zeus himself placed me in the River of Styx. I might be since the moon has dramatically changed phases the day I awoke from the light blast. I'm not sure even what month it is now. Frightened, I have not left this cave for days. What am I to do now? This is not a dream so I must do the logical thing and head for the setting sun. I will do that once this dreaded rain ceases.

Daisios 4th?? (May 4th)
7th year reign of Megas Alexandros?? (329 BC)

I have not written for almost year now being that nothing has changed since the day I got lost. Being that I am a scout and getting lost after a night's sleep has sickened me to no end. After one year, I have encountered only one person. Unfortunately, he was hostile. He held the power of the gods in his speech and commanded the winds. When he saw me crossing a river, he commanded the water to freeze where I stood. I was frozen in place in the middle of a river, when he started walking towards me. Frozen! Luckily, my bow was above the water when it froze. I notched an arrow and shot. The arrow pierced him through his right eye while he had his hand above his head, chanting something. He fell over dead but the ice did not thaw. I floated downstream for hours until the block finally let go of me. Practically frozen myself, I swam to the bank and found a path near the water in a forest. So I followed it thinking it took me to some type of settlement of some sort. (Hopefully, not where the gods have blessed men with their powers.) After some walking, I spied a banner of some sort, blue with a gold Bird of Prey. I looked around and saw a fight between about two dozen people, all strangely garbed. An archer and a royally garbed woman spoke with each other on the side of the battleground. Are these Persians as well? They didn't look like Persians. Weary, I went to the archer and asked what was going on. He introduced himself as Sir Rammork and explained that this was Falcon Tor. I was surprised that he spoke my language and even more surprised that I've never heard of such a province or kingdom. I must be far, far from home. Since I haven't seen a kind human for many months, I decided to put off my search for home for awhile. They showed me enough hospitality for me to stay with them for a bit. Being that they didn't try to kill me is good enough for me. Maybe these Falcon Torians will help me find Greece once befriended. Hopefully ...