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[Iituem]

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[Iituem]

Player: Iituem

(Desired) Position: Court Fool

Full Name: Fust Touchstone

Bio: House Touchstone sided on the losing side of the War of the Hounds and was duly stripped of titles, honours and lands by the Iron Queen.  Most of the members of the House that were not killed off in the war soon died of disease or 'accident' thereafter, but the second son Dondol Touchstone survived and managed to secret away some small remnant of the family fortune.  Dondol lived away the rest of his days in comfortable obscurity in Altaregia, talking to all who would listen about the glory of the old court and its majesties and of how much he would one day like to see that court again.

Dondol grew old and fat and never did visit court, but he did have a son to a woman of low birth but good heart.  After his wife died when Fuste was young, the elderly Dondol spent what fortune remained to tutor his son in the upbringing proper for a courtier, fully intending for Fust to witness court himself some day as the aide of some minor noble.  Fust had other ideas and paid more attention to the gossip of the streets and to dancing with young maidens than much of his studies, though he wished greatly to follow in the footsteps his father never took and go to court.

Shortly before the abdication of the Iron Queen, Dondol Touchstone died without ever seeing Court once in his entire life.  Fust sold up what remained of his father's possessions and moved away to the capital of Stormstead.  He had heard that the position of Court Fool had remained empty for some time, given the Iron Queen's temperament, and when the coronation day came Fust wondered if perhaps the new King would find some amusement in having as a Fool the last scion of a House that had once troubled his ancestors so...

A 22 year-old Adran with an affected hunch and silly walk and a slightly awkward family resemblance to several of the old noble lines, Conricht included.  Fust has a carefully managed disrespect for the king's vassals and a dear interest in rumour and gossip.  He typically wears the bright red jester's outfit typical for his profession.

Traits

+1 to Acrobatics
Fust spent his youth dancing, cartwheeling and leaping around for his own amusement.  He can also juggle and perform various minor tricks to amuse his liege.

+1 to Rumourmongering
Fust spends a great deal of time listening to the word on the street and the court, aiming to get the gossip a step ahead of everyone else.

+1 to History
Fust spent years with tutors and his father's lectures learning the history of Windheath.  As far as obscure historial minutiae are concerned, he is as good a target as anyone else.

Other Player Characters

Kingfisher's Character

Player: Kingfisher
Name: Tiakath Ador
Position: Buisnessman's Daughter
Bio: She is the daughter of a Buisnessman in Spiritsauer, but her father died and his empire went under. She was living in the local inn until her inheritance was revealed. 1 Ducat. Great. She is incredibly ambitious, and her dream was to be the richest woman in the world. She is 5'7, 23 years old, has blue eyes and brunette hair. She has a lovely personality and makes friends quickly, but she will do anything to reach her goals. She is currently in Stormstead, inside her bar The iron Hound.
Holdings:  The Iron Hound (Small Tavern)
Traits: Espionage Expert +1 To spying rolls, Silver tongue +1 To talking rolls.

Filiusenox's character

Name: Rilaeus Emanhild
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Bio: The younger brother of Bluaritter, Rilaeus, or Ril, for short, trained his whole life to be as good as his older sister. He spent most of his life training with two weapons, one in each hand, and, as a result, fought his best with two weapons. He was tutored in the arts and maths, and....was basically a shut-in. When his father died, he forfeited his inheritance to his elder sister. As well as the ties of nobility and upward movement that said inheritance allowed, instead going back to his training and cleverly leaving his sister to politics
Descript: A young, blond man with green eyes. Lithe, toned frame. Usually wearing a white shirt.
Skills:
+1 to combat when dual-wielding weapons
+1 to charisma.

Noble-born. Blauritter's younger brother.

[Ardas]

Player: Ardas
Position: Duc of Arborvent. (south-eastern coastal city)
Full Name: Edgard de Arborvent
Bio: 28, 5'11, blonde hair, blue eyes.

The Arborvents survived most of the turmoil and wars by staying to the side and picking their opponents carefully. As one of the families that sided with the north, despite being shunned and attacked by their neighbours, they came out on top and retained their lands after Conricht victory.
As the only son of the Arborvent line, Edgard is an epitome of what a noble is in the eyes of the lower classes: arrogant, cynical and quick to use both his tongue and his blade.
To his equals he is sarcastic, witty and indulges in all manner of in-fighting and plotting, with the occasional courtship and romances that he never takes seriously.
He is an opportunist in every meaning of the word, and no relationship or friendship ever stood in a way of more money or more favour with his superiors. He has little real combat or world experience however, and he is yet to find himself in real danger.

Traits:

Charisma/Wit: +1 to charisma
"How are you to find good company or a warm pair of legs if you can't say a damn word?"
Duelist: +1 to personal combat
"A sharp toungue without a sharp blade is a deadly combination. For the owner of the said tongue..."

[Shootandrun]

Player: Shootandrun
Position: Duc of Altaregia - or Highcastle, as the lowborn call it. (The eastern city along the main river)
Full Name: Richard Conricht
Bio: Richard is Albert's younger brother by three years, a difficult position in a kingdom enforcing primogeniture. However, his parents raised him well, and turned him into a loyal and unambitious young man, who would not be able to threaten his older brother's rule. Although he was always the family member who remained in the shadow of those more important than him, he developed a certain charm - the Gods gave him a strong voice and a pleasing physique, which would help him later in his career of politics. While Albert received education in administration and court intrigue, Richard spent most of his time with the soldiers, learning the art of war as best he could.

He grew up to be a fine tactician and a charismatic man, and he quickly turned his attention to the military. Although he was granted lands when he had eighteen years, he decided to keep his focus on all things war. He developed a distinct like for hunting, riding, hawking and tourneys, and though he was not the best of knights - although he is somewhat tall, he is not nearly as strong as the finest knights in the realm - he generally ended in quarter finals or semi finals.

When his brother received the throne, he immediately went to the capital, to aid Albert in his rule, however he could.

Traits:
Huntsman: +1 archery.
"A deer with an arrow through the eye is a dead deer. The same logic goes for knights."
Outstanding tactician: +2 to tactics rolls
"I do not 'inspire' myself from the ideas of others - every general can copy his betters. I change them, and that's where the difference lies."

[Tiruin]

Player: Tiruin
Position: Marquis of the Northwatch
Full Name: Renart Lionel

Bio: Born an Adranic fully in blood and in belief, Renart has lived a long and ardous life. A Northener to the end, he remains loyal to the reigning family and to whomever carries the Dragonspine Scepter.

In truth, the War of the Hounds was more of a burden than a boon to him, for though he lived to see it's beginning and it's end, including the passing of leadership of the victors, the strain and stress of fighting a two-fold battle between the Southeners and the Haegar people debilitated his memory - making him forgetful in the short term of recent events.

Yet as a Noble and as a defender of the realm, his tactical skill and reputation among the people under his command has not wavered in the passing of the years, perhaps due to his aptitude and fervor on the field of battle, to the equal treatment given to freemen and slaves in turn.

Traits:
Aged Tactician - +2 Tactical bonus to Land combat rolls only.
"I have lived for more than a man should, and I shall not waste my time on pondering the meaning of my life any longer."
Guardian Retinue - A full infantry regiment hailing from the loyal men of the Northwatch. [Personal Guard]
"For the King! For the Realm!"

[NUKE9.13]

Player: NUKE9.13

Position: Grand Reader (senior priest of the Adranic pantheon)

Full name: Servus Kninh (né Arond Arondson)

Bio: Many have tried to make sense of the old texts. Many have gone mad doing so. Those who are not reduced to gibbering lumps might gain some insight into the nature of the faith, and some authority amongst its practitioners.
Servus Kninh is one such person. Many a year he spent poring over the old texts, many a year he spent travelling to long-forgotten cities, digging through old libraries and tracking down the scraps of older books to trace the evolution of language. Many a year he spent in silent meditation in quiet monasteries. Finally, after decades of research, he claims to have produced an accurate translation of a passage which has been cause of much strife between the branches of the faith. He emerges from his monastery, eager to end the centuries of religious strife which have plagued the world.
Unfortunately, his conclusion runs somewhat contrary to the teachings of not just Eldanic and Altanic branches of the faith, but also those of the Adranic priesthood.
His fellow priests may respect him and his years of patient research- but preaching heresy will erode such respect with remarkable speed.

He goes forth upon the world now, seeking not musty tomes or quiet monastaries- but noblemen seeking a wise man for their council. Employing a Grand Reader is a mark of some status amongst the faithful- not to mention the practical value that their years of study may yield. And once in a nobleman's court, the seeds of a righteous crusade can be planted- a righteous crusade that could once and for all end centuries of pointless bloodshed.

Traits or resources: Wisdom of Daliochadun: A Grand Reader must read many tomes, from many places. In his studies, he gains much in the way of wisdom and knowledge, affording a bonus to intellectual pursuits.
Magic of Liodnya: Though Kninh does not style himself a priest of Liodnya, he still knows many of the rituals, curses, and medicines employed by the ice-god's mysterious followers. The rituals may please the faithful; the curses may scare them, and the medicines may heal them. To what degree it is an act, and to what degree it works, is debatable.
Charity of Bohromu: There is no law or ruling in Adranic scripture which forbids priests from worldly wealth. Nonetheless, most temples and monasteries require vows of poverty from their members. On occasion, the faithful may feel the need to practice the charity of Bohromu, passing their wealth to the priests- but the priests will promptly pass said wealth on to the poor and the sick. This renders Servus Kninh incapable of possessing money- though it may endear him to the common folk.

EDIT: Whereupon he was cast from the tower and reborn; he spoke with the GODS and tasked with spreading the TRUTH.
He took the name JITPAU ITAVANY; He Who Fell And Was Saved.

Now he styles himself a Prophet; a Messiah, even. He preaches the superiority of the Blessed People, that they are favoured by the Gods. His preachings have caught on amongst some, though the clergy still takes issue with some of the more controversial changes he is proposing to Orthodoxy.

He truly believes that he has spoken with the gods, and that he preaches truth.

[King_of_the_weasels]

Player: King of the Weasels
Position: Marquis of War's End
Full Name: Cyril "The Bastard" Rotwalden

Description: 29, Light Brown Hair, Grey eyes, fair skin, light beard.  His banner is a pair of weasels holding an oak branch.

Bio: Cyril was born from the one off affair of Leon Rotwalden, Marquis of War's End, and his wife Erika's Eldaric handmaiden, Acedia Vetsky.  When the affair was found out shortly after it happened, Acedia was banished and found shelter working in the kitchen's of the then Queen of Windheath, Kathryn Conricht. 

Shortly after Cyril was born and at age 9 became a wine bearer in her court.  During his time serving the queen he learned much of politics and nobility.  When Cyril turned 14 he became a squire for one of the many knights of the court though he was unaware on how he was given such an opportunity, though it was short lived, as Leon's wife Erika had succumbed to illness, leaving no heirs.  The Marquis who had always been kind to young Cyril during his visits to the Capitol revealed himself as his father, claiming he would of done it earlier had it not been for his wife, and the shame and grief she would of caused him.  With his mother already laid to rest, Cyril joined the Marquis on his journey back to War's End.

During his 20th birthday Cyril, his father, and a small group of lesser nobility went hunting in the Iron Woods.  During the trip a terrible blizzard separated Cyril from the rest of the group, and he became lost in the dark forest. He was lost for what felt  for days, and very well could of been, until he came to a small fort in the middle of the fortress.  When the castle walls opened he could only take 2 steps before collapsing.  He awoke to a young woman, and was instantly smitten.  The woman's name was Claire Feemure and she was the daughter of the Baron of Le Gel Gardien De Fort, also called Fort Frostwarden.  He was returned home a few days later, but would return constantly as the months and years passed.  Eventually they would marry.

During the summer of his 24th year, Cyril's father, Leon Rotwalden, grew ill, and passed away.  Cyril was named Marquis of War's End. Two years later Cyril's son, Dimitri was born.

Traits:
Hawkeye: +1 to personal archery checks.
"Bullseye"
Hunting Party: +1 strength when leading armies with archers. +2 strength when leading armies with nothing but archers.
"We don't hunt our enemies like we hunt the elk, we have respect for the elk."


Holdings:
8 Parcels of Land
War's End (level 1 castle)
Pelt Trade Route

Army:
Personal Guard (Archer I)

[Dwarmin]

Player: Dwarmin
Position: King of Windheath (Or Atemheide in the less used Northern Dialect)
Full Name: Albert Conricht
Region: Kings Crossing, a District situated around the river, and the Capital City Stormstead (Or, Sturmstatt)
Bio: Albert is the oldest son and heir of the Conricht family-the rightful rulers by right of conquest, the victors in the War of the Hounds, a bloody conflict that set the displaced the previous rulers and gave rise to the 'Atemlund', the Northern peoples dominion over the land and it's resources.

His mother-the 'Iron Queen' Kathryn Conricht- ruled nearly unopposed since her husbands death shortly after the war, and her recent handing of the Dragonspine Scepter to her young son Albert was viewed as wise choice.

As a ruler, he's untested-young at 24, prone to be temperamental and impatient with his courtiers. But youth brings it's own advantage, and Albert seems to bring to the throne equal degrees of good sense, a strong moral center and a certain degree of naivety. Dedicated to bringing forth a golden age for Windheath, he's put out the call to farflung persons of import all over the Kingdom to help him in this task...

His personality is magnetic-suitable for a king-and while he's not been 'blooded', Albert is able fighter, having been extensively trained in the battle by his mother. He's shown a certain degree of skill in hunting and slaying inhuman threats-his personal guard double as professional Hunters, and he and his men have already gained reputation for killing more than a few Drakes and Trolls in their time.

Traits:
+1 to Charisma and Leadership
"Naturally, a King must be strong of arm...it helps if he's strong of word and deed, as well. I intend to keep the promises I make to the people"

+2 to Monster Hunting and Slaying
"One might ask why I risk my oh-so-valuable Noble blood hunting the cold blooded Drakes in the Crown Mountains-surely, there are 'lesser' men to meet these teeth and claws?

Maybe, but sometimes 'greater' men need to be reminded that duty does not stop at speeches. I've seen the aftermath of the ravages of these creatures, and I'm not going to stop until my people are free from this threat. A lesser task, to some, but not to me."

[Dragor23]

Player: Dragor
    Position: Comte of the southern plains (south of the capital)
    Full Name: Theor Blackshield or Schwerzshilt in the southern dialect
    Bio:  Theor Blackshield is a descendant from the old noble houses of the south, which got nearly eradicated in the War of the Hounds. Once a great cade branch of the monarchs from the South, his family took great suffers. They lost their land in the war, they lost their gold and at last they lost their honour, because they swore fealty to the new king. Only because of this betrayal, his house survived. But at what cost? Once great ducs on the coast, now he only inherit the lowly title of a Comte from his dead father.

    Growing up as a minority in the nobility of Windheath and the poorness of his house, Theor is a little bit bitter in his heart and is often sarcastic when he's annoyed or angered. But he has the ambition to rise his house out of the ashes and let rise it like a phoenix. Diligent and never giving up, he hungers after prestige and wealth.

He's an 21 years old man, with a three-days stuble and long, black hair. He is from average height and weight. He would be a pleasant look, but his bitter face and grimmy look in his ice blue eyes are not really turning on.

    Traits :
    The grim shield : +2 strength while defending
    "Maybe we will die here. But we will hold the formation. And when we need to block it with our corpses."
    Skilled duelist : +1 to personal combat rolls
    "In a fight man against man you know you're alive...Unless you're stupid enough to die."

[Kestrel_6]

Player: Kestrel_6
Position: Assassin
Full name: Karas Sirenna
Bio: Born to an immigrant commoner mother and drunkard father, from a young age, Karas had to endure bad parenting and abuse by a father who called him a 'mistake'. After the age of 11, his mother revealed her profession before moving to Windheath; an assassin for the ruler of the Ralkarians. For the next 8 years, he was taught in the ways of an assassin; using climbable buildings to outrun heavier guards or warriors, archery (With a crossbow), and swordmanship (with a Rapier) after her death from an ever violent father, he left, with simple light armour, a Rapier, and a crossbow. His mission, to swear loyalty to the King, to end any threat to him or his bloodline, and to eventually become a master of the shadows, ensuring loyalty.
Traits or resources: 1+ to Agility (all rolls concerning agility) 1+ Archery (for all rolls concerning bows/crossbows) and +1 Swordsmanship (rolls concerning using swords)
In the way of resources, simply what my mother gave me, before that night... Simple leather armour with a cloak and hood, to conceal one's identity, a Rapier, not of any special make, and a Crossbow, with some bolts, for an assassin's work from afar. 15 Crowns

[micelus]

Player: micelus
Position: 'Comte' of Osport
Full name: Osir Revechig III
Bio: Little Osir was raised in his 'ancestral' home of Osport, first established by his grandfather as a rest stop for raiders and later as a fortress from where he would store all his treasures. It was situated in the marshlands that separated the Haegar and Adranic, to hide its location. Osir was raised for years in the art of splitting a man in two and captaining ships, subjects that were the ancestral specialties. For much of his childhood, he imagined to follow in the steps of his father and grandfather, fortifying the town for the good of all Haegar and killing the cowards of the south. But then the Iron Queen came and burnt all his father's ships, killed his father's men, tore down the fortifications, and slaughtered little Osir's family. He was twelve at the time. Strangely enough, the Iron Queen allowed him to live...even leaving Osport to him. Of course, in return, Osir was expected to receive a 'proper education'. He knew he was a hostage however. Never less, he knew resisting was not the smartest thing to do and so he learned the ways of these Adranics, eating their food and worshiping their gods. By the time he reached his majority, he seemed little like a barbarian heathen haegar, and a well-mannered Adranic. Osir guess he did change...but he still yearned for his hearth and for the smell of the seas. Even so, the Iron Queen kept him near, never allowing him too far from the blasted capital, nor even ruling his home from afar. And so, when she finally abdicated, Osir was still in the capital at the age of 31.
Traits or resources:
'Nobility' -1d
Haegar (+1 to diplomacy/charisma rolls with Haegar) -1d
Admiral (+1 to tactics during sea combat) -1d

[Yoink]

Spoiler: Habarre (click to show/hide)

Player: Yoink.
Position: Brothel Master (In Stormstead).
Full name: Habarre.

Bio: A rather suave, swarthy-skinned fellow with wiry black hair, not too tall or imposing but with
wary eyes and an angular face reminiscent of a predatory bird, Habarre wears a moustache of the
most awe-inspiring proportions to accentuate his darkly handsome appearance.
Born the bastard son of a Selenid peasant girl and a passing soldier of unknown descent, Habarre's mother
carted him amongst the many camp-followers of the army his father belonged to, until the latter's death from infection.
Shunned by her family for her immoral behaviour, she took her child and wandered the land as a vagabond,
relying on what she could beg or forage before eventually joining up with a band of gypsies, doing all those
less-than-appreciated things gypsies are known for.
By this time Habarre was approaching adulthood, and his mother, not wanting the life of a gypsy for her son,
took him to Eldanic lands and eventually managed to secure him a place as a small-town herbalist's apprentice; not exactly
glamorous but she had passed on more than enough herbal knowledge to the boy, and he had a secure place to live.
His mother simply said her farewells and disappeared back the way she came.

The boy excelled in his work, impressing the apothecary with both his knowledge and his eagerness to experiment.
The old man worried, however, at his student's great interest in narcotic substances... But then, none of the
other boys in this tiny village had any interest whatsoever in working for him, so he mostly kept his mouth
shut. Habarre, swiftly growing into adulthood, proved himself an able businessman, securing far more profitable
deals for the herbalist in and around the town, securing better prices with suppliers and even, on one notable
occasion, convincing a trader from some far-off land to part with a monkey in exchange for curing his terrible
dental problems. (The creature was intended as a test subject for new pharmaceuticals, but thanks to the old
apothecary's soft heart ended up as a pet.)

With his silver tongue, good looks and head for business, Habarre became an upstanding citizen of the town,
making friends, improving his skills and expanding the apothecary's business until they supplied the entire
region with remedies, (Not to mention bedding half the nubile young females in the town) and as such it was
quite a surprise when the young man decided to move on.

Not content with supplying drugs to some Eldanic backwater, he set his sights on no less than the very capital
of Windheath: Stormstead. Packing a satchel with some rations, herbs and alchemic supplies, and saying a
heartfelt goodbye to the apothecary, Habarre set off to make a real fortune. He was just turned 21,
and was already taking after his mother's side in a way- despite looking like the mixed-blood mongerel he was,
the young man was firmly a Selenid when it came to cutthroat bargaining, coercion and underhanded deals.
Upon his arrival in Stormstead he quickly asked around, tracking down and purchasing a run-down, disused
warehouse and hiring a team of cheap labour to renovate it. After that, it was just simply a matter of tracking
down some local "talent" (i.e purchasing a batch of discount slaves) and 'The Drifting Chemise' brothel held its
not-so-grand opening just in time for the coronation celebrations.

Traits or resources:
Skilled Apothecary: +1 to identifying/sourcing useful herbs and processing them into narcotic substances.
"Heavens no, I don't touch the stuff myself! But one puff of this stuff and they can't get another dose quickly enough."

Dat 'stache: +1 to all charisma rolls, as well as negotiations, bargaining etcetera.
"Yea verily, his was the moustache of legends. Spoken of in hushed voices across the land, 'tis the mightiest of facial hair."

((Sorry for the horrid formatting, I typed it out in notepad first. Is this okay?))

[adwarf]

Spoiler: Trent Nethal (click to show/hide)

Player: adwarf
Position: Leader of the Ranger Guard of Northwatch
Full Name: Trent Nethal
Bio: Trent was born in Northwatch and was told stories of the valiant knights, and soldiers that guarded Northwatch and the brave Ranger Guard that ventured into the wilds for months on end to protect the lands from the Haegars. From the first story he heard of the Ranger Guard his goal was to be one, he trained his shot with a bow day after day, and learned the various plants of the wild to survive on his own in the harsh world. As he grew up his skills got better and soon enough, at the age of sixteen, he joined the Ranger Guard finally achieving his life's dream. Before leaving on his first mission he was told by his parents that he is apparently a distant relative of the Marquis of Northwatch. With that his life was spent outside of Northwatch, barely being back more then a month each year, his skill grew and the men of the Ranger Guard grew to like and trust him. Within two years he became the Commander of the Ranger Guard after the previous one died during a battle with a small party of Haegar.

Trent is around five foot six inches tall, with a lean slightly muscular body build from years of training and travel in the wilds. His hair is the color of straw, and a mess that never seems to go away no matter how long he combs it. Following the traditions of the Ranger Guard he wears a long dark green cloak with a hood and black cloth covering all but his eyes, this is done to how that a one of the Ranger Guard has given their life to protecting the lands from all that threaten it. He has light green eyes that look as if they are a still pool reflecting back those that look into them.

Units:
Rangers Guard (Archer I, Ambush)
"Those who patrol the lands around the Northwatch, the Ranger Guard who holds the border in times of war and whose blood flows to protect the lands."

[Deny]

Spoiler: Galhard Thunderhound (click to show/hide)

Player: Deny
Position: Wandering knight
Full Name: Galhard Thunderhound, The Howling Knight
Bio: His family, the Thunderhound's were named so for their skill on the horse, and were often amoung the front of a cavalry charge, Galhard was 2 when the War of the Hounds started, however as a Thunderhound may only be considerd a man once he has succesfuly completed a horseback challange, not before or after, his fine skills with his horse, Moonstrider, ment that he joined the war at 14. His family supported the north and so, being a Thunderhound, he often particapated in many of the raids against the southerners, Galhard didn't enjoy the task of slaughtering innocent women and children, but he did his duty to the royal line, often hanging back from the slaughter. He witnessed the destruction of many houses of the south, along with many towns and villages, he didn't particapate in many battles, a detail that he dispiesed, and often commented that all he has done is butcher innocent people, calling himself a maruader, not a soilder.

It was after just 1 year of service that he finally drew the line, with his older brother, Silguard, they particapated in an assult on the border town of Silmest, a small fishing village on the south side of the Drachengrab, it was not very well defended, and so the Thunderhounds easily breached it, and they then set about slaughtering the locals. It was as Silguard prepeared to kill a young boy who was no more that seven, who was bravely and foolishly, attempting to protect his mother with a small knife, that Galhard couldn't stand any more, he stopped his brother, holding his arm back, however Silguard was in a rage, and then turned his blade on Galhard. Galhard, while being a very skilled swordsman skilled horseman, he was also highly admired for his swordsmanship, and quickly turned the tables on his brother, however as his brother made one last lunge, Galhard's sword pierced his heart, ending his life then and there. Galhard was shocked, he had not only killed another Thunderhound, but his own brother! He took his horse, and fled the town.

After that he managed to flee out of what was to be Windheath, and went about the known world as a wandering knight, on a pilgrimage to serve any he could. And so he missed the destruction of the Thunderhounds and the loss of their lands, another casualty of war. And he missed the victory of the north, just seven months after he left, he knew nothing of what had happened in his homeland for some time. First he went south, where he was disgusted by the constant sacrificing, he never had been a fan of slavery, often buying slaves to set them free, and the sacrifices of people were too much, so he left those land quite quickly. He then went further south to the lands of the Saelradians, he found their culture quite ineresting, but a bit too religius. Galhard then left for the Ralkarian lands, here he enjoyed many benifits for the services he provided, but he felt he was getting lazy and so left for the Ampyrian lands.

He rather disliked the matriachal society of the Ampyrian's often getting rather severe beatings for his behavior, yet he did some service for them too, although he disliked being beaten in single combat by women multiple times. Among the Selendids he was disliked, and he had to work rather hard in order to pay his time as he put it. After that he went to the Duluk's whom he impressed with his horsemanship, and he learned a few tips from them as well, then he went to the Eldanic lands, where he finally learned of how much time had passed, he then completed his time in the Eldanic lands before finally heading back to Windheath. After so many long years away he belives that he has earned the right to come back to his house, and serve his king, of course he doesn't know of the fate of the Thunderhounds.

Traits:
Skilled horseman, +1 to combat rolls when fighting from horseback
The Thunderhounds were highly skilled horsemen, and Galhard was skilled among the Thunderhounds
Master swordsman, +1 to standerd combat rolls
Galhards skills with the blade were what helped him on his long pilgrimage/self banishment

[Caellath]

Spoiler: Character; Talinth Dalach (click to show/hide)

Player: Caellath
Position: Knight Blacksmith
Full name: Talinth Dalach
Description: Knight in his late teens, with a long black hair and hazel eyes showing a mix of gold and amber. His movements seem natural and fluid even while wearing armor, showing more similarities to that of thieves, spies and assassins than to the stern and disciplined gait of most knights. Almost always by his side, his companion worg is a -very- large omen of death to anyone who tries to attack Talinth.

Both his sets of armor also seems padded in several locations with thick patches of worg fur, which muffle some of the clanking of metal, replacing it with a soft shuffle.
Bio:
His house is dedicated to the arts of armor and weaponsmithing, having once been part of people sold to the kingdom as slaves, but having already established themselves for centuries as a family of smiths, their occupation before being captured and deprived of their original possessions. Sold by Haegar to low nobility of the extreme north, they started a uprising, taking the land as their own and killing or expelling their original owners. Gaining their small strip of land northwest, near the cold lands of the tundra, the Dalach can be seen as secluded, with their relations with the main trade centers being timid.

As time passed, they developed a deep respect for the wilderness and for the few packs of worgs that inhabited the nearby lands, a respect which they believed to be mutual, creating a small particular culture inside their lands that was an amalgam of old traditions of their lands and newly-created ones, such as armor being worn even while not needed and establishing a friendly relationship with the giant wolves, much like the Haegar. During the War of the Hounds, they had their first real taste of freedom, being granted ownership of the lands they lived and forgiveness for their uprising, being turned into small-time nobles and knights, quickly forgotten after the war was over.

Although artisans of refined skills and crafters of high-quality armor and weapons, their production is slow due to their search for perfection in each piece, and the competition harsh...with families which are older and more traditional to the region engaging in several activities to hinder their business. Having in mind that they despise the acquisition of slaves due to their past and they are bound to a family of middlemen (the Hoarchers) which unbeknownst to them steals their praise and cheats during the distribution of profit (selling their wares under their own name), the Dalach family grows closer to unprecedented poverty beyond their current sorry state, a matter only aggravated by the occasional incursion of enemies and ruffians.

Talinth, one of the youngest members of the latest generation to be considered an adept smith, thought it was about time to break free from the oppression of the nearby "middlemen" and the problems that they brought. Partly self-taught as any smith from his family is expected to be, he has a fluid, natural fighting style that ranges from what could be compared to a dance to a simple series of movements without any wasted energy, honed to strike true with minimal effort.

Even if he hasn't proven himself in the battlefield nor taken a single life, his skills are outstanding in comparison to common soldiery and he carries both armor and weapons forged by him with the techniques passed down by his ancestors. Following the young knight is a loyal worg, a companion that has lived a good part of its life by the blacksmith's side.

Traits or resources:
-Polearm and Blunt Weapon Mastery: +1 to polearm/blunt (mauls, maces, flails, hammers) weapons checks.
"I do believe swords are good weapons, but I was also told nobles keep forgetting there is a world of arms aside from them. My grandfather said that they always lug large swords around to feel better about themselves."
-Adept Blacksmith: +1 to metalworking checks.
"Maybe this is how I got used so easily to swinging a hammer around."
-An adult Worg, used as both mount and bodyguard. It has a deep bond to Talinth, and they both seem to fight perfectly as a team as well as understand each other to an extent. It has a name (Sahainn), but it is rarely mentioned by the knight, probably because the wolf only accepts him as his owner.
"...No, this is my friend."

-Other possessions: One heavy-duty horse pulling a cart, smithing and combat equipment. Standard-issue knight things.