Ogador
Greetings! I am Ogador, youngest of the Princes whom King Mendanarron fathered, and I have served both as Exemplar of the Winged Horse Flockades and Governor of Walanar, which makes me eligible to be the Heir Prince since I am the youngest son of the King. Unfortunately, since my Father is a prisoner in the dungeons of the Emperor, I’m unlikely to see another brother born and will rise to the throne of West-Realm should I live long enough.
My mother Larbilia was my father’s favored concubine before he took Queen Asara. While I’m 56, the longevity of my bloodline is such that I appear in my early 30s. Before leading the Winged Horsemen,
I was a Border Scout with my good friend Bidmaron, itself a consequence of having been discharged from the Sphinxed Knights for debauchery as a young man. At the start of our story, it has been my honor to be assigned–together with the arrogant arse Stefir–to a mission in Plasis. This Wizard taught me all that I know up until I entered the Balta Academy. Why of all the Princes throughout our long history he chose me to mentor remains a mystery not even the Celestials can decipher.
Anyway, we must bring the Journeyman from his chains and help him return to his homeland Galbard so he can begin the daunting task of learning to save Talan for the Age of Promise. Sorry for cutting this short. It can’t be helped for I am overdue to find a Bay Bitters after this long day with Stefir, and I look forward to trying the famed Galbard Stout in Jessar’s homeland.
