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- Roland Bergere + (Roland Bergere is the son of shepherds, bo … Roland Bergere is the son of shepherds, born to sit on a lonely hillside with a dog and a pipe keeping wolves away from the flock -- or so he thought. He rather liked it, when he was young; the quiet, the tending of them, hoisting sheep up on his shoulders and pulling them out of the pits of mud into which they inevitably flung themselves. It was, however, a lonely life, and when he was about fourteen his father clapped a hand on his shoulder and sent him in to 'town', the village of a few dozen people down the mountain from their little house, to make his fortune or at the least get a bit of socialization and find himself a wife or husband to get along with. It didn't quite work out that way. Roland found work of all sorts, lifting things, hauling hay. He was a bit shy among all those dozens of people, but there was a girl with nice dimples that smiled at him and a roof over his head, both improvements over sleeping near sheep. Until the day the bandits came, that is. The local lord was half a day's ride away, the nearest sword to be had, save for an old rusty one the innkeeper kept above the bar -- there was nothing to do but cower and pray, and pay what they could pay. Except these bandits weren't interested solely in money or goods, and when they began to beat the villagers, Roland stood up. He ripped a wooden shutter from its hinges and stood at the little foot bridge at the edge of town, gripping a heavy table leg in the other hand, and he beat the shite out of the bandits as they came at him. He stood, enduring, clumsy with his makeshift mace but stubbornly refusing to fall as he fought one bandit at a time, until some yahoo got the bright idea to shoot at him with arrows. He took three, by Lagoma's mercy not fatal, before the local lord's guards finally came up to finish the job. The lord saw his courage and hauled him back to be tended to by a healer, recruiting him into his service not long after, and eventually, Roland the shepherd's son became Sir Roland. His liege, though, was older and very settled, and after a time suggested that Roland might be well-suited to going to the Capital to seek admittance to another lord's service, one where he might get to do more than guarding the woodpile. Reluctantly -- for he is nothing if not loyal -- Roland tucked his small number of belongings and his mace up and headed east toward Arx, seeking to do his spurs proud and perhaps find service with a good and honorable cause, or to bend the knee to a lord or lady that he would be proud to serve.d or lady that he would be proud to serve.)
