Vidiorta Amard

Vidiorta Amard is an Etrandish Werewolf Warrior.

Early life
The still human Vidiorta was born in Talon, during the day, in the house of his parents, with a midwife helping - it would seem that without her help, he would have died too, as he was about to be born with his legs first, not his head. His father and mothere were both wealthier farmers, who lived well. They could give most things to their son - a wooden sword, and the dream of all children, a wooden horse.

With the wooden sword and horse, he played knight, he played war with the other children near the forest. They spent a lot of time there, albeit they dared not to venture in the nearby dark forest - the reason for this was that their parents told them that that forest inhabited demons and evil spirits. Or, when they were in the tavern, the old people told them that many knights in shining armour charged in, but few came back - and those who did, did so having lost their sanity. They told tales of bloodthirsty werewolves, that the whole forest turned against hem, that they roots came out of the ground to trip them. Wicked nightmares, eh?

Becoming a wolf
So the little Vidiorta grew up. He grew into a handsome and healthy man - and a shepherd, who led his father's sheep from grazing ground to grazing ground. So he wasn't home very often. He received a shortsword to protect himself from brigands. One fateful night, it was full moon. He, together with his herd, camped near the forest. Although there wasn't much left until they reached the village, they did not want to go through the forest route. So he would light a fire, eat the last bit of bacon, and then sleep.

Then he was alerted. He saw, that even the sheep were scared and staring in the general direction of the forest. Maybe a wolf? - so he thought. He took out a burning branch from the fire and drew his shortsword. And then he approached the forest. What he saw, was something that shaked his soul and almost made him wet himself. A large-bodied wolf staring at him, and attacking him. He took the burning branch in front of himself, so the wolf jumped into the flames. Yet, Vidiorta got a bite straight into his shoulder. Its mark is still there. The boy started swinging his sword, but did not get the monster. The monster jumped to him again, and once again bit his shoulder. Then, through some miracle, he could get the monster off from him. Then the monster disappeared.

That night, he tried to tend to his wounds, but he did not go back to sleep. He went back to the village, the old midwife who helped his mother deliver him took the wounded shepherd into her care. In the following months, he had a terrible fever, he was sweating, he was screaming, he was tormented by wicked nightmares. Then came the first full moon. His pain ended. That night, he became the embodiment of strength and speed. A perfect predator. Everyone who was around him, got killed the first night. He would tear through their flesh and drink their blood. But the morning, he remembered nothing. Only that he saw that everyone was laying with twisted limbs in the house that turned into battlefield, while he, who was invincible, still woke up bloodthirsty. He had no idea what was happening to him, so he ran off into the forest, escaping from the wrath of the villagers. The forest took him in, where he would spend many full moons. He met many other werewolves, who introduced him to the mysteries of his people. He found out what he had become. They could smell the wolf's scent on him, as they would say. So they began teaching him.

The house where he was kept is still locked, and will remain so for the end of times.After all, if they broke the door in, they'd never want to get in.

Wanderings
And so it came to pass, that he became a wanderer. He got a good sword from a murdered merchant, then got himself some good clothes, a cloak, and chainmail. Then his journey took him to the lands of the undead, where he was hoping he'd film calm. He touched upon many cities during his journey. He tore through many human throats. He was starting to accept it all. In fact, after some time, he even began enjoying it. After all, he wouldn't age. He became strong and durable. He could kill just about any human. Sure, he lost control over his body during the full moons, and he was hoping that they'd teach him how to control it - yet he did not learn that. He learned how to be a better fighter and how to sneak. He learned how to kill without thoughts and emotions. He later realized, that experience is the key. If he grows experience enough, he can learn how to control his powers.

So after a few good decades, he began his journey once again. Throughout his journey, he fought, he killed, he felt good. He got freed from the old bounds that limit humans.

The original FRPG
Vidiorta Amard first appeared on the Hungarian version of the forum on the 27th of Januarry, 2010. He only took part in a few adventures.