Tertius Diomedes Lupus

Fighter Information

Photo Credit Emeryth Kowal

Name: Tertius Diomedes Lupus
Actual Name: Trey De Falco
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Realm: None
Unit: Extraordinarii
Primary Fighting Style: Sword and Board
House: None
Fighting Since: 2016 Dag, 2024 Bel

Many Names and Titles

Photo credit: Ainsley Hyetower

• Squired under Sir Rint of Redania of the Order of the Grey Goose
• Chroniclers Guild Apprentice under Dragoon Antoinette the Moosewitch, Master Seneschal, Chronicler Mentor
• Legionary of the 11th legion of Rome, Leader of the Extraordinarii, Friend of the Rangers of Ithilien, Paladin of the Screaming Possum Armored Mercenary (Spam) Guild, Eternal Mark of the Assassins Guild, Bardic champion of mittlemarch Olympics XX, Bardic Champion of Eclipse IX, Friend of the Fae, Champion of the Pits of Chaos 2024, Assassin of the Emperor of the Mermaid Boys, Member of the Himbo Hype Train, Smith of Silly Weapons, Red Papa Smurf, Shiny man, The Roman

Lore

Excerpt from "The Wanderings"

"The Mist, that gods damned mist, Fae sorcery of some sort I swear, it haunted my every step through those ensorcelled woods. Every step I took felt firm and true and yet my march led me ever deeper into the dark forest. Though I placed my intent upon finding an exit as I grew ever frustrated with my lack of progress my desire for a fight grew, and the mist latched onto that. As my rage grew, so too did the thickness of the fog until eventually, I found myself trapped within a haze so thick I feared I would march headlong into a tree, instead I marched headlong into the sea. The sudden shock of cold ocean water snapped me out of my brooding march, a cool northern air blowing through my armor, I looked around, finding myself upon a foggy shoreline. I looked behind and found no forest, instead a steppe land that I did not recognize. Bewildered I scanned my surroundings for any sign of life and saw a flame in the distance along the shoreline, with no better option available to me I set out to find its source. The source proved to be a wonder all its own. The small flame in the distance turned out to be a campfire, one of many, there was a large tent-town which had sprung up along the shoreline and the people who made up this shanty town further deepened my confusion. Within this encampment I found warriors of all kinds, with weapons familiar and unknown, dressed in clothes and colors I could not hope to recognize or understand. Their battle standards alien, their languages vast, and their people, oh to even simply call them people is to not do them justice. I saw creatures the likes of which haunted my nightmares and lurked in the myths and legends of nights spent listening to the sooth sayers and augers. Lost and adrift in this sea of men and monsters I found myself standing outside one of the few seemingly human encampments, unsure of how to proceed I was suddenly accosted by an individual dressed in green.

With a friendly smile he bayed me to enter his camp, though ready to refuse I all the same found myself sitting by the fire with this individual who asked me my story and told me his in turn. It was here that I learned of this new world I had entered. I was in the land of Belegarth, specifically the Northern steppes."