Xlyesia was sick and tired of it. All the killing, all the murdering, all the slaughtering... He wanted to ensure the safety of the citizens of Arda, and the only way to do that was to do it himself.
As Xlyesia was walking towards the town center, several people noticed his angry expression. Reluctant to move around them, Xlyesia knocked into countless shoppers and citizens of the city. All the killing... suffering... all the evil in the world. Xlyesia was not going to put up with it anymore. He had recently been ambushed by a group of barbarians, and he gave them the fight of their lives. Xlyesia has bad memories of barbarians. Very, very bad memories.
One day, way back when Xlyesia was a kid, him and his father lived on a farm out in the country. Xlyesia had been out in the forest hunting for rabbit, when he heard a scream. It was his father! He dropped his weapon and sprinted back to his home. As he approached the end of the forest, he tripped over a rock. He lost his balance, and fell. He stood himself back upright, and found himself staring at his house burning in flames. He took a glimpse to the left, and saw about 10 barbarians dragging his father in chains, preparing to tie him to the back of a horse. Xlyesia ran to save his father, but was knocked over the head by one of the barbarians from behind. The barbarians left him to die, but kept his father. Xlyesia woke up one day, and ran to Lomedor. To his sadness, two days later they found his father's body, apparently very bloody and torn up. Xlyesia swore on his life that he would protect anyone who needs it from that point on.
Xlyesia stepped onto the center pad of the town square, and shifted around some crates. He stood on top of three of them, and raised his voice, "May I please I have your attention?" The bustling and chaos just continued. "May I please have your attention?" Xlyesia repeated, yet the loud and obnoxiousness continued.
"ATTENTION!" Xlyesia screamed among the croud, creating a sonic boom-like sound. Silence spread through Lomedor. "Thank you. Now I need to discuss Lomedor's defensive matte-" He was cut off.
"Get out of here you creep!" Yelled a man. Anger rose throughout Xlyesia as the crowd yelled in agreement. He was trying to help Lomedor, and yet they denied any help offer.
"THAT'S IT! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!" Xlyesia screamed, and yet the silence returned. "My father was killed! My father was killed by barbarians, and yet you sit here and mock me? Bah! You have no honor! I have gone for days trying to travel here and get my word out about us needing to defend Lomedor." Xlyesia went on. "And you know what I had to sacrifice to do that? My flesh, my food, and everything I own! I was ambushed by barbarians! AND I'M NOT TAKING IT ANYMORE!" Xlyesia voice was louder than an army put together.
"I plan to form a group of elite warriors, and guard Arda at all costs." Xlyesia boomed out.
"And what is the name of this 'group'?"
"The Defenders of Arda."