Sir Keliam

"Without Honor, there is only Death!" 

    In the Knightly robes of his Clan atop his warhorse Brother  Keliam looks anyhting but a farmer and yet that is the life he was bron  into. To the east of Yew in a secluded area surrounded by Mountains Kel  new only of such things as crops and herding Mt goats. He was a strong  youth and a hard worker never thought twice about getting his hands dirty.   The work was hard indeed but he thought his life a good one no worries of  any true consequence. He often spent the little time he had off daydreaming in the cool shade under the fondation of his home, here he would lay listining to the wind or his mothers voice as she sang going about her chores. He and his family knew of Lord British but little else of the anything but their farm and to them that was all that mattered, but it was on one such occasion as Kel lay in semi-conscouisness that his mothers singing stop abruptly and it was the sweet melody that had put him to sleep and when it stopped his eyes snapped open. It was a scream he heard from the house above, his mother scream and some Mens voice loud and angry not thoughs of his father but strangers. Her voice rang in his ears as he scrambled to the front door,and to his mother, where was his father.  As he crawled on hand and knee he felt something wet and warm drip on his neck. It was blood, his gut told him it was his fathers. Tears streamed down the youth face and he felt true anger for the first time, he would make them pay. Hey barreled through the door to the kitchen fist clenched so tight his palms bleed. He Spun into the kitchen prepared to pounce on his mothers attackers but the sight that greeted him made him stumble back and stare. His father lay across the floor in a pool of his own blood and his mother with but tattered cloths remaining, trembled in the corner.  Three men turned to face the youth grinning and laughing at the prospect of a fresh kill. One stood with dagger to his mothers throat the others were wrapped in steel with swords drawn towards Kel. He might have run but the bastard with the dagger drew it acrost his mothers throat and that was all he could stand. The boy launched himself at one of the Armoured rouges swinging wildly but his charge was met with a fist of steel as the rouge warrior cuffed Kel aside. He slammed in to the wall his body broken but not his spirit. He looked into the eyes off his Killers as they moved into finish him, he did not fear death but he feared that these men would go unpunished for the horror they had wrought. Then Kel herd footsteps in the Hall and his enemies truned to face the entry way. There stood two warriors one in Plate as Black as coal and the other in the Gold and Purple robes leveling a crossbow. Steel met steel and quarrels flew and in but a few moments only the newcomers stood. This is how Sir Keliam came to meet Lord Maraxus Moor and Sir Legolas, those he calls brothers, those he calls family, as well as the rest of his Clan, Clan Moor.