Falcor Eaglad (/ˈfɔː(l)kɔː iglad/)

Sage Falcor Micrast Eaglad

• Falcor Eaglad was the Ancient Sage of the Bow and was one of the few that were able to stand up to the Lord of Chaos. He and Ifris were summoned from Barrodor during the time of great need and together they helped to defend Adremesis from an oncoming calamity.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Falcor was generally in great physical condition, until his role as a leader for Talbury drained most of his athleticism come his later years.

Apparel & Accessories

Falcor never liked to be seen much. During his time as a master pickpocket, he constantly wore a hooded cloak and mask to help hide his identity. He would even change these items often to evade being recognised. Once he became a Sage, he would still wear this outfit but generally only for combat. Then, once he became the leader of Talbury, he would wear usual professional and smart apparel.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Falcor was born into Barrodoran nobility. He had a relatively normal upbringing, but his family's status and actions made him grow bitter and even resentful for the lower classes. His parents in particular were very narrow-minded and hated the lower classes particularly, which is where Falcor got it from. Falcor was also known to be very cynical and ended up having an authority issue as he felt only he knew what was best for him. This actually caused him to get arrested a few times as a teenager, though always just for theft of some description. His family's ability to basically bribe him out made sure he never stayed for long but all this did is reinforce his recklessness and headstrong nature. He was able to get a lot of practising for his agility and sleight of hand which made him a prominent criminal. His actions finally caught up to him though, as he was arrested once again for theft when he was 19 in mid 574 BFB. Little did he know, he had just pickpocketed another noble. This noble was diligent that Falcor was not to be released any time soon, despite his family's usual attempts. In fact, they threatened to reveal how corrupted the Eaglads all were to the King, who was renowned for banishing corrupted politicians or officials. This was the last straw for Falcor and now he was stuck in jail.
While there, Falcor still held his title as one of the greatest thieves to ever torment citizens and many of the other prisoners already knew who he was. Falcor had already found himself a lot of respect without even needing to do anything. While this didn't exactly mean he became an underground crime lord, it did make his life in prison a lot easier for him. It wasn't entirely fun and games though once he had to do military service. At the time, a law had been passed that meant that any prisoners on a sentence of twenty years or less must have at least six months of military service. Falcor was in for eight months and got started after his first.
The service is relatively straight forward. You train in a standard weapon, do lots of varying exercises, practice team work, survival, and basic combat. Falcor opted to train for a bow and, to the surprise of basically everyone, naturally excelled at it. He had great form and could accurately hit the target consistently. Up until now, Falcor never really used any sort of weapon. He had no interest in the military or utilising any weapons - even for recreation - so he even surprised himself for his almost unnatural level of expertise. He passed his service without a hitch and continued on to finish his prison time. Though, he did not return the same man.
His time in jail, and especially with the military service, taught him some well-needed discipline. He began to realise that his rebellious lifestyle was only going to lead him down a darker path that was perfectly avoidable. He didn't want to return to his now publicly-disliked parents and wanted to get a fresh start somewhere else. When he was released from jail, he left Barrodor for a time, finding a living in the bare-bones beginnings of what will eventually become Peregrine Port. He lived there for quite a while, around 7 years. While there, he was able to accumulate a comfortable amount of wealth for himself by working as a ship builder and purchased a well-crafted short bow for recreation in his free time. He loved the way it felt, the way the arrows flew, the strain of the string against his arm, the satisfying thump as the arrow strikes the target. For once, he found something he sincerely enjoyed. These few years were some of his best days. Though he eventually felt ready to return to Barrodor.
When he returned, Barrodor had grown significantly, a new King had rose to power, and that the Starving Sickness has struck again in Nobolia. Falcor was a changed man now. While still retaining much of his cynical behaviour, he respected authority more and...kept to himself about the lower classes. He also wanted to really apply himself and explore his skill in archery once again, just in a more professional environment; Falcor applied for the Barrodoran military in 567 BFB for the archery regiments. With his records of his military service in prison, he was able to get a head start in training and propelled through the course. While he was a great archer, he did have to re-do the large majority of his training such as teamwork, survival, etcetera. Falcor's experiences and natural skill allowed him to shave off a few years of his training and was enabled to engage in his first field training in February, 563 BFB. He and roughly 40 others were sent on a mock assault of a hostile encampment under the cover of darkness. The individual grading of each member was calculated by the number of points they accumulate over the entire exercise. Things like staying hidden, hitting particular targets, timing and coordination, teamwork, improvisation, and so on. The points you score, as graded by the commanding officers, would determine your level of skill. By the end of exercise, Falcor had scored into third place in total, just a few points behind second place. Almost all of his points were related to his remarkable archery ability, with Falcor hitting every target quietly, efficiently, and consistently. The main reasons he lost points was because of his lack of teamwork, sometimes ignoring an order and opting for his own plan. When the commanding officers reported the scores back to the Barrodoran military "higher-ups", acknowledged Falcor's skill and wanted to see what he could really do.
The best of the best of the Barrodoran military were referred to the special Barrodoran forces (currently unnamed). These soldiers were sent out on only the most daring of missions requiring the absolute pinnacle of human performance and expertise. Falcor was offered a place among these soldiers in July, 563 BFB and he took it without a second thought. What was ahead of him now was more years of a gruelling training regime more demanding than anything he'd ever done before. He wasn't to do it alone though, he had 12 other people to suffer through it with him. Among them, was Ifris, an expert in CQC and a renowned master of small blade combat. Falcor never really had any friends, only getting somewhat close to someone who did the military service in prison and wanting to apply himself like him. This wasn't because he was necessarily socially inept or something, instead Falcor just wasn't interested; he felt perfectly fine on his own and so didn't really care about friends. Ifris, though, was different. He was charismatic and full of humour while retaining a serious, if not intimidating, demeanour that allegedly even scared the commanding officers. Ifris was able to get close to everyone else there, including Falcor. He and Ifris gradually became good friends and worked hard through the trials together. Ifris rose to be a sort of natural leader, even though the group they trained with had no designated leader, Ifris often fell to be the one calling the shots.
After years of further training, Falcor and Ifris grew to be recognised as some of the greatest fighters Barrodor had ever seen. They were both officially granted a place in the special forces in 560 BFB, along with 3 of the other candidates. Here, Falcor's ranged expertise in archery and Ifris' exceptional hand-to-hand combat abilities made them a great pair. Their first task together was an assassination of a crime lord that was becoming too dangerous to be left alive. They and a few others set out on their mission, returning 6 days later with mission complete. Falcor had fulfilled his part of the mission, and Ifris his. This marked their first successful task together and secured their place as a reliable weapon of Barrodor. Just in time too, because now the The Lord of Chaos is right around the corner.
In May 559 BFB, an urgent call for help arrived in Barrodor from Asceroth. A new evil was growing and on its way to destroy Asceroth. They requested for the best of the best to aid in the defence of the kingdom and its people. Barrodor, in response, sent the greatest soldiers in their power, Falcor and Ifris. When they arrived, they were inducted into the new Council of Sages, earning their titles of Sage of the Bow and Sage of the Knives for Falcor and Ifris respectively. They and the other Sages from across Adremesis would band together to defeat this new Lord of Chaos in the Battle of Asceroth (which can be found in the Lord of Chaos' page).
After the Battle, the Schism of the Sages took place. Falcor was with Ifris and Gabriel feeling that sealing the Lord away was the only thing they could do. When the Sages broke up, Falcor and Ifris both returned the Barrodor and continued their duties in the special forces. Life continued as normal for them until almost a decade later when a new law was passed in Barrodor in 551 BFB. Article 39 was the declaration that all vestiges of the Nobolian constitution be eradicated to prevent any further malice from that now wretched kingdom reaching the peace of the north. Falcor and Ifris, as part of their duty and their relation to the target, were tasked to hunt down and eliminate their fellow Sage, Photrin.
After a few days of searching and following leads, they eventually find him in a cabin he built in a forest far from any of the kingdoms. Ifris told Falcor to stay back and let him do it alone, and although Falcor is reluctant, he agreed. Ifris confronts Photrin and was forced to fight his old friend. He restrained himself and refused to use any majorly offensive attacks, a result of which was that their fighting was so evenly matched that they fought for a long time.
Falcor eventually got sick of their pandering and took matters into his own hands, firing three arrows at Photrin, all of which hitting their target. Photrin fell, and after a distraught goodbye from Ifris, he died in his arms. Ifris did not hold it against Falcor, for he did what Ifris could not, but Ifris would never forgive himself for being involved in the death of a fellow Sage. He would later leave Barrodor for his own means.
Falcor also had a similar plan. After Article 39, especially after the murder of Photrin, Falcor was fed up of the cowardice and abuse of power the king had succumbed to. Without Ifris to keep him grounded, Falcor recklessly confronted the king, accusing him of corruption and idiocy. The king, expectedly having absolutely none of it, promptly demanded Falcor be imprisoned. Falcor proposed a counter argument and simply banished himself from the kingdom. He left Barrodor, abandoning the special forces and starting his own journey. He eventually finds himself setting up a place for travellers of all kinds to stop on their way to Barrodor from Peregrine. Dubbing it the Wanderer's Rest in 549 BFB, it was roughly midway between Peregrine Port and the Barrodoran Cliffs in the Southern Featherlands and served as a place for people to rest on their adventures. It grew quickly into a market of sorts as a traders and salesmen across the world were realising the amount of traffic they can get if they set up shop there. This, and many other people settling there, made the Wanderer's Rest grow extremely quickly, until a small town was developed by 546 BFB, which was dubbed as Talbury. Falcor rose to be become the first ever Mayor for Talbury and started its road to become the huge thriving city it is today.

Employment

After his release from prison and arrival in Peregrine Port, Falcor worked at the shipyard there, earning a living off of constructing small ships. Once he returned to Barrodor, he lived under the military for a few years before ending up as a member of the Barrodoran Special Forces.

Species

Human

Date of Birth

30th November, 593 BFB

Date of Death

14th April, 516 BFB

Life

593 BFB 516 BFB 77 years old

Circumstances of Death

Died of incurable illness.

Birthplace

Barrodor

Place of Death

Wanderer's Rest (Early Talbury)

Gender

Male

Eyes

Deep green, sharp

Hair

Swept back, falcon brown

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale white

Height

1.88m (~6'1")

Founded Settlements

• Talbury