I was born of nobility to Sir Lawrence Postberg and Lady Neechell Postberg in the year of 1258 of our Lord, far in the northern most reaches of the Scandinavian region (today known as Norway) in the Kingdom of Mularn. I was quickly raised to a stature that most only dream of; I was a trusted castle guard for a Prince and Princess that I must keep anonymous.

The shame that scars my life is one that I have inflected punishment upon myself for. The near tragedy happened on a cold and rainy night. An assassin snuck over the castle wall not more than 20 meters from my post. The Prince and Princess were spared, but not before they were startled awake by their personal guard inflicting a mortal wound upon the assassin.

Because of the guilt that I felt after that night for having one of my colleges cover for my mistake and more importantly putting my Prince and Princess in danger; I could not sleep, I could not eat, I could not do any good for the Kingdom. I had to find some way to heal my despair.

I went to the Kingdom's wizard for advise, after much deliberation, we came up with a plan. He created a potion that carried me through time, but not just blindly through time. This potion made me follow the exact same time line as the heirs to the Prince and Princess that I put in harms way. My plan, at the end of my time travel was to rebuild my stature, become knighted and profess my allegiance to the heir that I share the same time with.

The heir that will hopefully redeem my worthiness is a member or will be a member of the Shire of Whispering Winds. I know my mission is well on it's way because in the short time that I have been here I have already been trusted with the honor of Captain of the Guard.

Sheriff-Whispering Winds, September 2002 - March 2003

Baron-Whispering Winds, March 2003 - October 2003

Baron-Whispering Winds, March 2004 - October 2004

Baron-Whispering Winds, October 2006 - April 2007

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