Frankly, Falrik doesn’t have a History, or rather, one he doesn’t want to share. Not because he is ashamed of said History. Just because his History doesn’t have the gore, fathers dying, betrayal and Drow slaying that all the others like to tell. Falrik spent his time playing truant from his farm duties to go to the heather fields with the supple maid down the road.
He joined the Order because they were passing through the farmlands, and he needed a good excuse to get out of the boring life. He was handed a sword by The Warmaster, and told to hit. Bearing this knowledge in mind, he managed to stay at the back of the many fights they encountered along the way. Once or twice an outlandish creature would break the ranks and amble toward him, but he managed to outsmart the beast, by running to the other side of the battle. That one always got them, he likes to tell that story, and how the Party do moan when he recounts the many things he has seen on their travels.
Holding his primary loyalty to his master Draidik Bro, Falrik left the Order of Nemesis at the start of the Gathering of Nations 1104, following the departure of the ex-warmaster
Who once kicked a Half-Troll in the dick,
Got into a Fight,
Ran out of Sight,
And that’s why he’s the Herald" - Falrik the herald 1004