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[Funk]

"Between the time when the Titanomachy fell and rise of the Etruscans, there was an age undreamed of.

A time when the axe ruled the land, An age of mighty kingdoms, forged from blood and steel.
 with a blade in hand.

Unto this age of darkness and blood shed, came many mighty king and warriors.."


You where but a new born baby when bandits killed your mother and left you alone to die by the roads side.
But you where lucky, a pasting sheep farmer found you and ever since you have been raise by your adoptive parents.

You where found under the sign of the:

The Wolf
You grow up to be built like the wolf tall, agile and strong.

The Bear
You grow to be built like a bear, far larger than normal men, standing near to seven feet tall with an impressive physique.

The Hark
You grow up to be fast and agile with long powerful legs.
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The day started much like any other with you heading out early to top pasture with the sheep.

The dawn brakes and across the valley you see a banner rising above the fields, a clenched red fist on a black background.
Below it comes a horde of riders and men at arms, all marching towards the village with evil in there eyes.

Screams crack the dawn as men dies cut down like dogs as women are stolen, homes burns and village is plundered.

As you rush back to the village, you can see smoke rising from the far side of your family's barn and a trail of blood on the door.

You fathers barely stands facing the door way, half propping self with the wall.
One hand on his belly by a large arrow and the other around the haft of a blooded hatchet.

" Thank gods!, you're still alive, i thought the slavers had you.
-Ughk- This is where we part ways, your mothers gone, an i'll be with her soon.
-he cough and spits a mouth full blood on the floor-
I never told her but your mother, your true mother, she left you a gift, made me swear that i'd wait until you where old enough.
-yet more coughing-
Funny i want leave here until she came, dieing from bandits with you in her arms.
A baby still at the teat and all alone in the world, that was it.. she made me stay.
- he grimaces in pain.-
She said that your father might come looking for you...

The gift, i buried it, up the hill, the gate post to the bull pen it's under there.
take any thing you want from here cause the flames will have it before you get back.

Well you go get it, i have to find your mother.
And you always remember, no matter where or what happens that you go that you where my child."

As you father passes away you leave the burning barn and your old life behind.

Spoiler: Personal Characteristics (click to show/hide)

Name : ?
Description : ?
Gender: ?
Treasure: Armour or Weapon?

[AoshimaMichio]

We were found under the sign of The Bear. We are also female, because we are Mama Bear. Gotta crush these bastards who just killed our family.

[MidnightJaguar]

We were found under the sign of the wolf
Description: Cataline is taller than average at about 6'2 and with powerful arms and legs, he is aggressive and always moving, though affable in company he likes.
We are named Cataline Africanus Lupus
we are male
we have our treasure be a weapon. A wolf has teeth not a tough hide. If we are supposed to choose a weapon it will be a bastard or hand and a half sword. At the very least something versatile.

[StrawBarrel]

Sign of The Hark

Name : Queston
Description : We are fast and agile. The observant, keen, or peculiar often note our muscled calves, large quadriceps, and long powerful legs. Although we enjoy talking and spending time with others, many would describe us as shy. We possess an intrinsic drive that compels us to be compassionate.
Gender: Male
Treasure: Armour

[Swords-Otter]

going along with AoshimaMichio's suggestion

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name : Bekir.
SignThe bear.
Description : Tall and strong even towering over most men, tangled brown hair pulled into a ponytail, amber eyes. She has always protected those weaker than her.
Gender:Female(although she is often mistaken for a man).
Treasure:She found an axe.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

going along with AoshimaMichio's suggestion

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name : Bekir.
SignThe bear.
Description : Tall and strong even towering over most men, tangled brown hair pulled into a ponytail, amber eyes. She has always protected those weaker than her.
Gender:Female(although she is often mistaken for a man).
Treasure:She found an axe.

We were found under the sign of The Bear. We are also female, because we are Mama Bear. Gotta crush these bastards who just killed our family.

+1

[NRDL]

going along with AoshimaMichio's suggestion

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name : Bekir.
SignThe bear.
Description : Tall and strong even towering over most men, tangled brown hair pulled into a ponytail, amber eyes. She has always protected those weaker than her.
Gender:Female(although she is often mistaken for a man).
Treasure:She found an axe.

+1 Decent barbarian build

[Funk]

going along with AoshimaMichio's suggestion

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name : Bekir.
SignThe bear.
Description : Tall and strong even towering over most men, tangled brown hair pulled into a ponytail, amber eyes. She has always protected those weaker than her.
Gender:Female(although she is often mistaken for a man).
Treasure:She found an axe.

+1 Decent barbarian build

As your home and the remains of your past life burn away, you dig deep until you find the promised gift.
You pull the dirty half rotted box from the earth.

Levering it open you pull out a large bundle of oily rags.

Pulling away the covering rags, you find a large two handed axe.

You pick it up and trace your finger down the twin blades, feeling the razor sharpness from the horns at the top to the long beards at the bottom.
It feels different in your hands, it's clear that it's no mere woodsman axe but a mighty tool of war built to split skulls and fell men.

There are a few more items in the box, a small bronze figurine of a nude female figure with horns holding a large sword, a copper cloak pin, and small purse of coins.

You put every thing in your pack and head off towards:


A) The trail of the raiders.
Your on your own, on foot and out numbered but maybe you can do something to get revenge.
Maybe you can get a head of  the raiders and raise the village militia?

B) The city.
Home to the local guard, markets and any passing travellers.
If any one is going after the raiders this is where they'll start.
It's all so the the best place for you to buy anything, try to get a job or find some one to join you for an adventure.

Spoiler: Bekir (click to show/hide)

Name : Bekir.
Birth SignThe bear.
Description : Tall and strong even towering over most men, tangled brown hair pulled into a ponytail, amber eyes. She has always protected those weaker than her.
Gender:Female(although she is often mistaken for a man).
Inventory
Double Bitted Battle axe
Small bronze figurine of nude female with horns holding a large sword.
few coins

[AoshimaMichio]

A) We are not trained warrior, but surely we can follow them afar. And when night comes we can take few of them with this axe. Let it taste blood!

[NRDL]

A) We are not trained warrior, but surely we can follow them afar. And when night comes we can take few of them with this axe. Let it taste blood!

+1 lets get it on

[Funk]

A) We are not trained warrior, but surely we can follow them afar. And when night comes we can take few of them with this axe. Let it taste blood!

+1 lets get it on

Your no great tracker ether but there trail is careless and fresh.
You keep close to the raiders staying at a distance, just out of sight of them.

As you follow the trail, you start to notice that a set of hoof prints doesn't fit it looks like some one else is following the raider band.

The twilight comes and band stops to make camp for the night.
You climb a nearby tree to get a better look of the camp.

There no plan to there camp, just two dozen men cooking fire in the darkness with there horses grazing beside them.
Sat out in the cold are there prisoner, a dozen men and woman all chained togeater.

As you wait for the raiders to fall asleep, you spy a figure standing there:

A: A wild Askuzai horse woman crouching in the branches of a trees with a cross bow at the ready.

B:
A lone Sabine officer watching the camp as he slowly sharpens his curved kopis.

C:
No one at all, must of been a trick of the light.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

B

[Swords-Otter]

A

[AoshimaMichio]

A

[NRDL]

A