First off, this is a work in progress since I didn't have alot of time on the internet this night. You should see the rest withen a day or two (tops).

This topic is dedicated to the Brathair Prasgan member Kaso and will contain most of the information about him.


Personal:

Real Name: Kase Gobble
Age: 16
Location: Lawrenceburg, Tennessee USA
Interests: N/A
School Level: N/A
Years playing mmrpgs: N/A
MSN: N/A
Words of Wisdom: N/A

History of Kaso endevors with the Brathair Prasgan:

Kaso joined the Brathair Prasgan on March 06 in 2005. This was approximently 2 weeks after the guild first started up. As a member Kaso has taken a keen interest in just about every subject and topic posted on this forum. A bold man he says what he means and fights for what he believes to be right. This has caused some friction between various guild members at different times. He applied for the general position and showed his determination for the position by posting hugely in the tatics and army organization topics. Despite not being nominated Kaso took the loss with good grace and continued to share his ideas. Kaso has always been a steadfast supporter of the guild and has kept the clan on its toes since the day he arived.

Characters:

Name: Kaso
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Occupation: Soldier


History of Kaso's Character (fictional):

On his twentyth name day, Kaso showed up at the gates of Passau, a devolping city on the Danube river. With his great sword in hand, and his wits about him he boldly marches up to what appears to be a crude, makeshift hall. Inside he finds Al, wearing a worn out leather armor and a dull but sharp looking sword, carving a table out of wood. Coming to a halt three paces away, Kaso eyes him with a twinge of contempt. "Where is your leader," demands Kaso.
A dangerous gleam appears in Al's eyes, "What business is yours?" he replies.
Eyeing Al up and down Kaso says, "To see if my serveses are needed here," with a voice that left nothing to the imagination as that he believes he does.
"Wait here," Al replies cooly, "as I go get him," with that he leaves behind a door that dosen't quite match up with the frame.
"How symbolic", Kaso murmers, "to the rest of what I have seen with this village."
Moments later two figure emerge, one is Al, as well as another whom announces himself as 'Mordhak'.
"I bring greetings," booms Kaso in a deep and strong voice, "and good tidings to your village. I ask if you have need of a warrior amoungst your ranks, as well as, a strong mind."
"What makes you believe we are in need of a warrior here, Sir Kaso?" pipes Mordhak, "Do you think we are so weak in that we have to hire outsiders?"
"Not at all," claims Kaso, "but I can see many of your warriors also work as carpentors and farmsmen, smiths and fishers. You need someone who is dedicated strictly to war, who has seen a battle before."
"Hmmm, you may be right but I will have to talk to the rest of the clan before I can make any decision. Wait here, you will know our answer before nightfall," and with that Mordhak, and Al, strolled out of the mismatched door and into the gleam of midday.
Irrateted, Kaso sits down and starts to polish his sword, a daily ritual he started after the battle of klagenfurt plains. As well as polish his sword, he derges up memories of Lunnetta, his first love. Pain erupts through his heart as he sees her beautiful, dead eyes starring up at him in horror with blood from wound that nearly cleaved her head in two. Forcing the memories back down he begins to hum a tune his mother did over his pallet when he was young. She too was killed in a roman attack, though he was forutunate enough not to see that happen.

Staring at his relfection in the blade he grunts in disgust "Damn, enough of this" mutters Kaso, "If they want me, then it can be before the cock crows." Marching out of the hall he nearly knocks over a benile old man.
"What is the rush, master warrior?" asks the man amusingly, "Have you grown too tired of our simple hall?"
Stopping, Kaso turns to take a closer look at this speaker. A gnarwled, oak staff that is held by small but strong hands, his robe is a made of brown wool, and his belt is of good leather. Sneaking a peek inside his hood reveals a weathered face seen often by those whom have seen to many winters, with thin, pale lips. His eyes, though, lock onto him with a powerful force that suggest there is more to this old man then meets the eye.
"My name is Xenophon," chirps the man "but may call me Xeno for short. I am a retireed warrior of the north, and you?"
Confidently, Kaso replies "A warrior from the south whom has proven his prowess in battle."
"Proven prowess, eh?" Xeno replies quizically "and what battles have you proven yourself in?"
"I have fought at Villach's fords, Undine's pass and klagenfurt plains"
"Civil war is a dirty business; it consumed the city of Undine in the end, as I have been told."
"Aye, it did and I agree there is no worse war then one between your own people." claims Kaso solemly.
"Are you satifisied, Xeno?" asks Mordhak
"I am," responds Xenophon
"Then it is settled, we welcome you Kaso to our village and hope that your services will never be needed to defend it." says Mordhak
"You said defend," Kaso retorts, "doe's that mean you eventually intend to attack someone?"
"We may, it depends on what we decide to do with our allies the Eturians."
"I see, but way your warriors look now, you will never defeat your enemy in open combat," pronounces Kaso
"That so?" Xeno chimes, "then I suppose you will have a lot of work a head of you..."
"What do you mean by that" Kaso replies cautiosly
"You shall see soon, I think" Xeno says bemusingly, "yes we all shall see soon."
Kaso looks to Mordhak whom only shrugs his shoulders "Easier to understand the sun, then this senile old man" he states jokingly
"Humph, make fun if you must," responds Xeno "but if I where you Kaso, I would try and make amends with the past before you face the horrors of the future," and with that he shuffles off, down the street, muttering in coherently.
"Is he always like that," asks Kaso
"On the good days," replies Mordhak without a trace of amusement, "Now, if you come with me I will show you the place where you will be living."
Walking up the foot beaten trail they come to a building that is little more then a hut. "This is your new home, great warrior" claims Mordhak "if you need wood or food you will have to go down and get it from one of the buildings with the red triangle above it. Water can be found by either the stream a ways yonder over the hill or it can be gotten from the Danube river."
"Thanks," murmers Kaso absently "this will do just fine, could you leave me, though, I wish to be alone for a while."
"Sure, but if you need anything come to the hall, you should find me there," and with that Mordhak started back down the trail to the hall.

For a while Kaso just stood there staring through the poorly made hut to his past. Is this where he is to live out the rest of his days? Amoungest poor, simple people? "Oh how the mightly have fallen," Kaso murmers to himself, "but if I keep my wits about me, maybe I can change this clan into something better."
With that a small smile crossed his lips, he has always loved a challenge.



This history may be updated and changed in the future. Possible additions may be considered. Currently it is in the process of editing. As I have not had the chance to look over it, it is probably riddled with spelling and grammer mistakes. So please keep grammer comments to yourself until I had a chance to go over it.

Also, if you think you have any additions that you think should be added please post them. This history was created by Xenophon with the basic ground work laid out by Kaso. It may be changed by either member as he sees fit.

The real name is Kase Gobble.

Question: Is that German? I mean, Gobble. I'm not making fun or anything, but it looks like a German last name to me.

Yeah, it's a German name. Strange that you noticed that, Capo.

And to Wenis, you may not have come out and insulted me but I do not appreciate you giggling like a kindergartener when you saw my name. Not only does it anger me, but it also it presents a childish image of the guild.

I second that, no need to finger paint fight. Also, Gobble is a cool name like c'mon mine's the shittest.

Holy shit that took a long time to complete (three straight hours).

I am very pleased with the final product and I hope you enjoy it. Please note that it seems unfinished due to the fact that I was getting tired (mentally) and the possibility that it could be at least twice as long to finish it completely was boggling. That said, it does have a real ending that is workable so don't get nift at me if you want more.

Please post your comments as they help stear me in a direction that may be better then the one I have thought of.

Thanks, Xeno.

Hahahah, very good, Xeno, wonderful :D

So we're all poor, simple people led by me and a senile old chirping smart-ass? Gotta remember that one ;) (no offense to you Xeno, it's merely your own description).

hmm I might need one of these stories soon, wonder what I should be.....I'd like to be a old senilel fellow like Xeno, maybe we can play bingo together!

Very good Xeno! :cheer

Is that implying my character is some mediocre carpenter who can't make doors/frames. I will let you all know now, as far as wood furniture goes Bràthair Prasgan will be recognized throughout the RV world for extravagance and perfection.

Speaking of wooden wares, can you make me a stave?

Excellent work, Xeno. That was better than I thought it would be.

Me next! :lol:

"Zelda turned up at the gates with a huge Broadsword, profusely apologising for the hairstyle that looked like it had steel reinforcements in it. The reason as he explained it was that he had just been playing FF7.." :D

How's it strange?

It was strange that you would know my name is German.

Not to me, Capo seems to know a bit about German history and other german things.

He knows more of German history than 90% of the Germans, I bet. And he's a yank :unsure:

Or is he?

He lives in Pennsylvania, aways away from Philly, which is just about as yank as you can get.

Intresting...very intresting.

Ok lets stop spaming Kaso's story.

Unless you are going to but in lots of money in the beginning Mordhak I expect us to be poor... for a while.

Al- Mis-matched door, a stroke of genius on my part I believe. I added something that is very cool and realistic at the same time. In the beginning your skills are going to be very low and as a result so will the quality of work you produce. The mis-matched door is an example I added to show that our village was in the early stages of the game instead of being blunt and saying it straight out (this is the way real authors do it, and what I have been, somewhat, studing to do).

P.S. I don't care if Capo is not really a yank and how he knows so much about german history. If you do, then PUT IT IN THE RIGHT TOPIC! If there is none then make one you lazy ass. Thanks, Xeno.

good job Xeno, soooooooo informative. :kaso: samurais are awesome!!!

Edit Kaso-Nevermind. :rolleyes: