Resting in Pieces

History

Born 1076 in Dragonspine mountains,Cymria, he was half drow and half human. Trained as a skirmisher and scout and joined the Morghuns as a member of House Morheldin in 1097. Adopted by Lady Ishtar Morheldin, Knight Arcane and then by Lord Ri Morghun, Dragon Champion, and Lady Keera Morghun, Dragon Head Healer. Went to Edgewood in 1098 and given a commission in the Quiche Comandoes by Rhys. It was at this point his sanity started to slide downhill. Lady Ishtar was killed by some greenskin scumbags. Israel then pledged his life to follow the Morrighan, goddess of Bloodshed and Destruction after he met her. Up until this point Izzy thought gods were a load of tosh and not real.

Ishtars spirit was ritually placed in an axe to help fight unliving at the moot in 1098. The axe was gifted to Izzy by the Incantors guild coz Ishtar was a bit bad tempered and wouldn't let anybody else hold her. Izzy could also hear her voice talking to him from the axe. This made Izzy look a bit more odd than usual.

In the autumn of 1098 Izzy went and fought in the civil war in Erin, thinking that the war would be over quicker if a good cymrian would just show these erin boys how to fight. He was stuck there for the next 2 years. The peaseants of erin became convinced that Izzy was 9ft tall, could piss lightning bolts, shit red gold, spit enchanted swords, sneeze unseelie fey and had balrog in bottles for earwax.

In 1099 Izzy became the Dragon Champion and was given the armour of Huw Gorsennydd. This made him harder than usual and therefore didn't fall over as often as the rest of the Quiche. At the festival of Nos Kalan Gaef he married Marley, the Daughter of Teutonia. This made him 7th in line to the throne of Teutonia. He was also made Admiral of the Cymrian Fleets. Amusing given that Izzy couldn't swim.

In Spring 1100 he helped lead a warband into ulster aimed at ending the civil war. After much deliberation and after posing as High King Ash, Izzy gave away half of Erin to Oengus Macairem, the Leader of the Blacksheild Connacht, helped Anwyn, the Grandmaster Paladin of Danu, kill High King Ash and watch as Anwyn killed the Dark Queen Medb, thus ending the war.....sort of.

Persona

Loved a good fight, especially "suicide missions", no job too hard or too dangerous. Would often pick on the hardest thing around and give it a good smack, often with the result that Izzy would be on the floor 20 seconds later. Petrified of women, became a complete wimp when around them, unless he was fighting one. Loved to drink......anything. Was deadly serious in battle and when doing "official stuff" but was a complete drunken slag when he wasn't.

How he Carked it

Moot 1100 he helped lead an attack on the Exiles, which resulted in 25 of their number being killed (well there was about 300 of us!) For this the Exiles spent their loose change and assasinated Izzy with a Balrog in a bottle.

"He carked it in a comic way, when ee drank a balrog in a bottle. What a twat. We woz in Tutonia at that point, otherwise we'd 'av jobbed someone...."

History

M'ioldmann was born the bastard son of a minor provincial lord in Teutonia. His Cymrijan mother was taken by an orc raiding party and sold into slavery in Teutonia, but raised M'ioldmann in the Cymrijan ways. M'ioldmann escaped and murdered his father, and returned to his homelands of Cymrija. There, he felt the one spirit within him calling for others of his kind. So he sought out his spirit-kin and gathered together the unit known as Quiche.

Since seeking out more of his kin in Teutonia in 1099, he became the unit leader, and seeks to lead the Quiche into Dragon history as the most feared fighting unit ever to grace the lands of Cymrija.

Persona

M'ioldmann might be the smallest Quiche Commando, but he is always the first to lead a charge into an enemy shield wall, and usually the first to go down. Hence the rest of the Quiche following up and dragging him out, feet first. Having said that, he is an accomplished fighter with either twin axes or spear, shunning swords as being 'a bit girly'.

How he Carked it

M'ioldmann became an immortal during the Gathering of 1101 and unfortunately lost his second honour battle against an opponent much fatter than he. Carelessly having his head chopped off. He was then barbequed. He shall be remembered as "Some bloke wot lead the Quiche for a bit before snuffing it, the muppet".

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Rhys is an orphan, and probably a bastard. like so many others his age, his family is long dead, most likely the victim of one of the countless wars that raged in the heartlands before the signing of the gathering treaty.

In a way, the quiche already existed before the Flames of Abraham arrived on this plane and took them in as the military wing of their vendetta against the unliving. the spirit was already there in the hearts of rhys and his friends, orphans all. 1095 was the year they first stood with the dragon banner at the Gathering of nations.

Rhys has stood on many battlefields since then - at Barkham Abbey against Morlock's abominations, at Edgewood, at Ulster where he took the Green Knight's head, at Caer Glas, where, unarmed, he slew a Firvulag, and in the Summerlands, against the lich lord Carrion. Ishtar, high priestess of the morrigan in her time, called him the bravest Cymrijan she knew.

But whilst Rhys still stands, many of his friends are dead and gone. The Flames of Abraham, killed in cold blood by the wild-elves of Kappa Forest. The original quiche, butchered by a demon at the Gathering of 1098. And his brother, Israel Morheldin, champion of the Dragon people, slain by the hand of a coward at the moots of 1100.

Rhys has somehow survived all of this, vigourously denying any and all allegations of tactics or intellect. Quite how he's got this far is beyond him.

Persona

Hard as a coffin nail, Rhys (affectionately called Monkey Boy by his fellow Commandoes, Mrs Braithwaite of Cymrija, Erdja and most of the known universe) is the Quiche fall guy, oh and the Champion as well. If something goes wrong, he probably did it. His fingers are in more plots than an over eager allotment worker.

How he Carked it

He got smacked lots by undead geezer's smelling of fish, and some numpty didn't heal him up proper.

History

Nos was born at seventy five leagues a minute (but we're metric now so, 12 and a half cubic yards per square ironing board) when his mother had the most violent contraction in the history of man. Or woman. He subsequently lost his parents when he landed in a ditch owned by a raghead slave-trader. He grew up in bondage (but enough of his personal habits) and got a rather disturbing taste for leather and chain. As a young lad he grew up and when he reached the age of 8 was thrown into the gladiator pits as cannon fodder. He surprised everyone when he turned around and gave the gladiators a good paddling armed only with a small grapefruit and a sandle. It was then that M'ioldmann spotted him (not slotted), bought him and recruited him into the Quiche.

Persona

Even being the newest Quiche he has excelled himself, adopting M'ioldmann's taste for axes and big weapons. Fnaa - that's the bondage coming out again. Nos is far more regimented than his predecessors, and will bring military order to the Quiche. Nos feels that he's the man to be the boss of the Quiche cos it rhymes and because noone else wants to do it except Reg. He wants to continue M'ioldmann's ideal in making the Quiche the most feared unit in the Dragons, and make the Quiche the most feared unit in the whole of Edreja.

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History

Little is known of Fern's history before he arrived with the Quiche. This is not because of some dark and secretive past, he just didn't tell anyone, and no-one really cared anyway. What we do know is that he joined the Quiche after an unfortunate case of possession by the unliving spirit of a dead baby led him to be shunned by his former comrades The Umbra - a good bunch by all accounts but sadly prejudiced against those who, for the sake of political correctness, we may refer to as 'pattern challenged'. Fortunately, no such prejudice was known amonst the Quiche, a compassionate and understanding unit whose only quarrels are with the weak, the elderly, foreigners, other species, tavern owners at kicking out time, blacksmiths with a wholly unreasonable definition of 'too many pointy bits on that mace', and bards.

Persona

Having presumably been impressed with Fern's dedication to the twin pillars of Dragon society - drinking and fighting - the Quiche were quick to promote him to the newly (and hastily) invented position of Unit Diplomatic Representative. Those Commandoes who are still with us will no doubt fondly recall the Diplomation Of The Lions, Harts And Gryphons, at the Lion's gate back at the Gathering 1102, when a band of five Quiche and associates were mistaken for an invading Dragon army, such was the magnitude and volume of the diplomacy undertaken. It is suspected that Fern may also be responsible for a record number of Inappropriate Kilt Incidents, though this can not, at this time, be confirmed.

How he Carked it

Of course, all good things must come to an end, and while Fern's life can hardly be accounted a good thing, it too was sadly yet convincingly terminated in the same ill-fated charge which claimed the lives of Nos Terell and Wil Andil, amongst others, in battle against Imperial forces on the island of Caer Dannon. The phrase 'killed in action' is all very well, but it seems a more descriptive and accurate one might be 'hacked limb from limb while paralysed with terror'.

It would seem pertinent now for this chronicler to take the opportunity to dispel the scurrilous rumours that the deaths of these fine Commandoes may have been averted were it not for the cowardly retreating behaviour of certain people who, simply for the sake of argument, we shall call 'The Chaos Guild'. It is absolutely ridiculous to suggest that had 'The Chaos Guild' stood and faught like real men, and not fled like a bunch of wendies, Fern and his comrades might still be with us. Furthermore, there is no evidence at all to support claims that certain female relatives of 'The Chaos Guild' may have, in the past (perhaps nine or so months prior to the birth of certain members of 'The Chaos Guild), formed inappropriately affectionate relationships with the sort of animals one might more typically associate with the pulling of carts and the bearing of burdens. The author can only assume that the individual, or individuals, responsible for these rumours are the same as those who may have suggested that 'The Chaos Guild' favour the company of men, as it were, and would be incapable of gaining, through feat of arms, their freedom from the confines of a moistened parchment pouch. We can only hope that 'The Chaos Guild' take immediate and harsh action against the miscreant originators of these foul rumours.

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Some wight slotted him up when he was having a bit of a kip on account of him being almost dead.... or alseep.

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Crom Cruach. Died in record time. First 20 minutes of the event.

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