Drake Longfellow
Of all the hopefuls that have ever graced the order of Regemont’s Royal Guard, Drake was the most faithful. While other squires gave up the lengthy and arduous process of rising in the hierarchy, Drake relished in it. It built him strong with a sense of duty and justice, but no matter how much he tried to make himself stand out, he remained a squire, even into his 30s. While he did find this worrisome, he refused to speak of it to anyone, thinking there was a specific reason he was being held back.
In the past ten years, he felt wasted out on frequent, insignificant tasks that would keep him out of Regemont City. And though he noticed the changing demeanor of his countrymen towards the Elves, he did not think there were any causes for concern. Even the recent troop buildup at the capital made sense to him because of the king’s penchant for embellished displays at each of his holidays. A centennial celebration seemed to be the perfect time for such a display, and he thought nothing of it.
As part of his duties, he was commanded to retrieve an escaped half-orc that the King’s advisor desperately wanted. It was located somewhere in South Briee. With luck, he discovered the beast wandering around a large lake, and when it knelt to drink was surprised by a magical sleeping spell placed on the bola that was tossed at him. Now, he had to bring this fugitive home, and hopefully earn the right to be finally given the title of Knight.
The Trials of Andoria 