A Halberd (Fighter) (Lawful Good)

What to expect: A proud soldier defending the Intransican Empire, for better or worse

The variety of weapons hoisted on the walls didn't intimidate you as much as would some others. Being a soldier, you've trained with most of them at least at some point. You've seen many armories like this before, though none as dark and imposing. You slowly walk around the space, not fearing the predicament you find yourself in to any degree, looking at each item with a careful eye. One weapon in particular catches your attention. Grasping it with both hands, you find an exceptionally well made Halberd.

You use one of these weapons every day as a soldier of the Intransican Empire. In the Imperial City, ceremonial guardsman and patrols carry such a weapon at all times, providing a good defensive posture and distance from any attackers. Not as though that's been a problem lately. The heavy ashen wood feels smooth in your hands. As you inspect it closer, you bring the weapon to your eyes, looking over the Imperial seal mounted near the blade end. You instinctively pull away as you hear a loud sound behind you: a horn of some kind. Confusion and discomfort swarm over you as you do, as you find yourself not only clothed, whereas you were stark naked just a few seconds ago, but you were fully armored for your responsibilities as a soldier. Looking back, you see the heavy, immovable iron bars are gone, and a simple doorway stands in it's place. Were you daydreaming? Hallucinating? You don't have the time to figure it out. Taking the halberd in both hands, you hurriedly move outside.

You stand in an antechamber of a second-story guardhouse, looking over a busy street below. The horn you heard bellows again, and you're able to easily determine the source: it came from the nearby market square. The streets of the city were gaily decorated and celebratory, as it should be. Today is Victory Day; the day in which The Triumverate of the Second Age fell, and lead by the Immortal Emperor, the nation of Intransica became not only an Empire, but the dominant military **** in all of T'sara. Thus ushered in the Third Age, the Age of Men. There was much to celebrate, but you still have to be watchful. People are stupid when times like these, making it rife for pickpockets and the like.

You head down the stairs and join the Imperial City in it's celebration as you walk your patrols, wondering what sort of excitement today may bring.