History continued:
Skeat grew up with the warriors, holding no title or noble name he knew he could never be a Lord or a Knight, so he trained with his warriors and in time became an important member of the band. He served as a man-at-arms for the majority of his young adult life. He earned enough money to buy a small house, he found a wife, and he had a child. His life was good, for that of a commoner. He never went cold or hungry, and his reputation within the area grew.
Eventually, Skeat tried his hand at running his own band of men. Such bands were rented out to Kings and Lords, and used as soldiers to fight in foreign wars. Skeat was arguably good at this, gaining quick success and a formidable band of warriors. Though dark times lay ahead.
His wife died in childbirth with their second child, and left Skeat broken and lost. He wasn't as careful, and was often found spending his earnings on more alcohol than anything else. Though he was a commoner, and he still did his job so naught else mattered. Yet one ale fueled night, his loose tongue admitted his faith - and even in Misthalin such things were frowned upon. Lords wouldn't hire him, and in such his band quickly dissipated. First one or two, then large groups of warriors. He couldn't earn money, and his warriors left him to search for plunder elsewhere.
Defeated, Locke's ambitions were shot. He was too old to learn a new trade, and his faith had ruined his last one. So he would fight for his faith, and with hatred still filling him with fire - he would return to Asgarnia.
Other: Timezone may such a little with all you Americans, but I hope to be quite active!
We come here with no peaceful intent, but ready for battle, determined to avenge our wrongs and set our country free.
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