So I wanted to make a new character, spear based, but with a shield (eventually), and 1h spears (javelins, for both melee and ranged capability). The idea is that of someone raised to be both a protector of his village and a hunter, with finely honed skills to that end (and enough basic knowledge of other things so that they can be improved with use as he gains more worldly experience) So I made a Kaumo on full custom, started in Driik territory so i SHOULD be able to find a shield eventually. Javelins have the lovely benefit of being easy to obtain even on day one.
Loerik, like most young boys and men of the Kaumo, is strong, wild, and trained in their basic ways. Unlike most young Kaumo, Loerik is also the son of the esteemed hunter Jyrki. Under Jyrki's harsh but loving tutelage, Loerik has come to know great mastery in the skills his family has used for generations to protect and provide for their humble village. Where three or four other boys would be needed to take down a great beast, Loerik could stand alone and find victory, though he was always taught to work with others wherever possible. Jyrki told him, "The man who always stands alone, will not stand for long"
This last winter, being particularly harsh, saw many Njerpez raids over the coldest months. They were starving and would violently prey upon any villages they could overrun to steal from their food stores, condemning the robbed villagers to a slow, cold death.
Jyrki had managed the defenses of the village stoutly, repelling countless raids through the winter. The last raid was of an entirely different sort, however. The Njerpez had gathered in larger numbers, at least two or three groups of them working together, knowing the villages stores had not been successfully plundered the entirety of the winter. Hungry, desperate, they banded together in a final attempt for survival.
They came in the night. Creeping, skulking, moving in close while most of the village slept. The startled cry of a winter owl alerted Jyrki and he woke Loerik and sent him to gather the sleeping men.
In only moments the silence of the Finnish wilds were pierced by the wails of dying folk, spears and bows were flying and the men scrambled to mount a defense and keep the Njerpez out of the town. The initial wave repelled, Jyrki and Loerik guarded the gates with a handful of other men. Both sides were down in numbers, but the Njerpez seemed to have more and more men to replenish those who fell.
The fighting went on for what felt like hours, an eternity, but in reality was probably only a span of twenty or so minutes. Jyrki had trained the men well and the Njerpez were dwindling, but they pulled together for one final, massive assault.
More battlecries. Loerik could hear an old woman wailing and wondered if he would be the next fallen to be cried for. An arrow whistled past his head, scratching his forehead, drawing blood which obscured his vision. But it brought him back to the present. He had to keep fighting. He looked around. The numbers had started to even out. With their superior training, surely they had the upper hand now.
Loerik heard Jyrki cry out, spinning to see the commotion. An arrow had pierced his belly. Two more followed behind it, finding their mark in his fathers gut. Seeing the archer out in the distance raising his bow again, Loerik hurled his javelin, crumpling the attackers small form with a sickening crunch as it slumped down to the snow.
Soon after the fight was over, and the sun began to pierce through the trees with warm spears of light as it slowly rose above the horizon, revealing the terrible toll the night had brought. The snows, red with the life of the men from his village, and the Njerpez, who had come as they so often had before. It revealed his father, Jyrki, still gasping in the snow like a fish. One of the arrows had pierced his lung and he could not speak, but could only thrust his old hunting knife into Loeriks hands as his life faded in his sons arms.
Numb, and unable to speak himself, Loerik laid his father over the snow and walked out to the bowled over form of the archer that had slew him. He wanted to see the eyes of the one who took his father from him.
It was a girl, a young girl, younger than him by at least a couple of years, sickly and malnourished. They all were. She laid there, his javelin clean through her belly with a sort of peace in her eyes. Perhaps a sort of happiness... a knowledge that, even if their raid failed and they would not eat, they would at least have the quiet that comes with death, an end to their suffering.
Cleaning up the mess and paying respects to the dead took the better part of that day. No more attacks came that winter, and Loerik was glad for it as he spent much of the rest of the season holed up in his fathers cabin. He didn't want to see anybody, to talk to anybody, except the few times the Elder would come to check on him, out of respect.
When the thaw started and spring was officially dawning, he finally spoke again. He announced he would be leaving, to go live in the wild and find the answers he needed to understand why everything had happened, to find his peace. He told them he would return, one day, if he found those answers.
Leaving the next most capable man in charge of the villages defense, he gathered a few things and walked out into the woods with only his thoughts and his dog for company...
Looks like I'll have to make some javelins
And the game decided rather than a Dog, I should have a sheep LOL