Local Hero (Merchant City/Dunstrand):Berserker/Warrior/Professional Soldier/Merc.
Aptitude/Ability: Kinetic [ 4]
MUS: 8 [ 10]( + 1/ + 2 Feats/Checks= 9/12)
STA: 4 [ 6/ + 1 Checks]
VIT: 8 ( + 1 + 1= + 2 checks w/Truevein= 10)
HLT: 4 ( + 1 checks w/Truevein= 5)
PER: 4 [ 0/ – 2 Checks]
INT: 4 [ 0/ – 2 Checks]
RSN: 3 [ – 1/ – 2 Checks]
CHA: 2 ( – 1)
WPR: 4 [ 6/ + 1]
Features of Note:
Truevein> A Glinting 2 Handed Blade of Pale Steel, worked with Veins of Red [The sword is always cold to the touch/100,000 + Silvers/Family Heirloom] (Slayer of Darkness in the East against the Orrish Hordes/Known as: The Symbol of Merchant Cities Power)
Physical Stats:Male, Age = 19, Hair = Short Cropped/Black, Eyes =®Blue/(L)Green, Size = 11 ( + 1 Dmg), Height = 6’6", Weight = 217lbs.
Traits: Upbringing: Urban
Truevein> 2 Handed/Great Sword (5AM/18 Base Dmg/ + 1 Dmg to over all vs. Orrish/Reach: 6/Length: 78" Inches/Weight: #11lbs/Width: 2" Inches) [Min: CRD – 2/Min:MUS – 1= 7/11: ENC 30 ( – 10 ENC)]
Code of the Gallants
The Brotherhood of Gide’s Gallant’s, is formed first around fraternity, second upon an oath to uphold the rightful laws and rulers of Dunstrand, its counties and, the free Riverdans. Specifically the county of Bar-Innis and the heir claimant Dierdre, who works for a greater good of a unified Dunstrand, as well as stability and prosperity for her people. In this the Gallants has been enjoined to her cause, to support in a manner of her choosing.
As drafted by Gerladine Aelishan… in response to a the situation that sprang up in Monaides and was resolved under “Gide Clearing the Bullshit”…
Henry Northfort rose up from humble beginnings as a tanner’s son in the North Merchant Cities – north of the river Beyne. He inherited his father’s business as a young man when sickness claimed both his parents. One year, when a harsh winter drove the pine tribes south in search of food, their village was attacked by pine tribesmen from the north. His actions helped save three families, and the stories of his courage spread far. He was taken as a page to a knight errant (an ex-adventurer), where he served for 10 years as page and squire before finally earning his own title amongst the Merchant Cities.
As his father tells it, in a spectacular battle along the Lonely Road (the nickname of the traders road through the northlands), his mentor Sir Oswald Bormender was killed in a battle against a large band of marauding orrish from the north. Again, a harsh winter had driven the pine tribes and orrish out of their normal areas to raid for food in daring night raids. Pulled from his horse, the orrish literally tore him to pieces. The patrol he was part of began to break and retreat, leaving the way south open. Henry grabbed his fallen master’s sword and laid waste to those around him, organizing defense and driving the orrish back from the road to civilized lands. For this, he was given his knighthood, and assumed the title of his mentor as Viscount of Dentons. Henry took wife, had children and served the Merchant Cities well. His reputation and the symbol of family power – Truevein – long held his foes at bay.
Sir Henry was loathe to start a family, knowing full well the perils of life on the borders of civilized lands. However, his reputation and the symbol of Truevein helped to keep the foes in the north at bay. Henry eventually believed he had won a peace of sorts and married, having 2 children – a boy named Cage and after the northern wars and famine had passed, his younger wife bore him a girl. The many battles and scars took a heavy toll, and he was an old man before his time. His enemies to the north knew he had aged and his reputation was soon forgotten by a younger generation. The decades of frustration and fear spilled over into the civilized lands one night.
Growing up very young was fairly boring. The village and steads of Dentons was well defended and away from the further lands which attracted bandits and tribesmen. Life there was easy, and from a young age, he was brought up to take his father’s place. As he became a young man, his father’s lands came under attack more often, and the lands gained to the north were lost over time. He was brought up to fight at an early age of 14. The warrior’s path was his way, the way of his father, and he saw many a terrified night defending farmsteads and protecting herds. He was big, and strong like his father, and excelled at the combat arts and was at the front of the raids by age 17.
He also had a dark side though, a restless animal inside him that fed on rage and anger. This fury was easily restrained in the mild setting of Dentons in his youth and the skirmishes of his youth, but his father feared that once let loose beyond the civil places, his son’s fury would cause others to fear him. He taught his son to keep his fights as short as possible, to stay away from the dark place within him. He also brought a priest of the war god Mizras to his lands, to see if he could be taught discipline. Unfortunately, Cage was developing a willful streak, and a savage temper to go with it. His father’s and priest’s instruction and guidance served him well for many years, but could not stop the tide of fury within him forever. By age 16 his father could not provide a soothing voice everywhere he went, and the anger within overcame him – fist fights, broken furniture, smashed windows, serious injuries. This his family endured until one night, goblins came raiding from the north in the cold of a harsh winter, when food in the north was scarce once again and his father’s memory, in the minds of his enemies, had faded.
Fateful Night: One night, his fortunes changed forever. His father was hastily armed and lead his few men into the night, amidst burning buildings and terror from an attack by an overwhelming force. Cage soon followed, catching up with his father in time to see him decapitated by an ork, though the bodies of 2 of the beasts lay on the ground next to him. The soldiers were defeated in spirit, and fell back to the great hall, pursued by orrish. Running to his fallen father’s side, he grabbed his great sword Truevein and began to run after his father’s killers. Arriving at the great hall in flames, he witnessed his mother and 4 year old sister skewered together on a goblin spear. Unleashing his rage, he first charged into the orrish and cast down the ork. Like a storm of vengeance, he turned his anger towards the goblin followers. The few remaining soldiers and villagers followed the wake of carnage – putting fallen orrish to final rest or pursuing those few who would not face him in combat. When dawn came, he was found in front of a barn on the outskirts of town. He had hacked 14 goblins to death, and in his rage destroyed all the livestock as well. He was unconscious, covered head to toe in blood, and was initially thought to be dead at the scene as well.
The folk of Dentons sent word to the council in Karolak of what happened. The title of Viscount was given to another, and Cage was forced to leave – though word of his deed spread far and wide, his rage and the danger to those close to him made him unfit as a leader in the eyes of the Merchant Council. He was allowed to take all that remained of his father’s house and possessions.
Intro to the Campaign
Road to Dunstrand: Cage was given passage to any place out of the North Merchant Cities. Invited across the Beyne river, the council decided to send him into Dunstrand. Cage was followed to the border markers and, packing all that remained of his family’s legacy, set off into Dunstrand. He was well received and many asked him to tell his tale. He made up numerous stories of why he left, and finally began to believe them himself he told them so many times. ‘There was nothing left me but bad memories’, ‘I felt i needed a new start’ – anything but the truth that he was feared by those he saved and was forced to leave. Making his way on his reputation, he stumbled through the center of Dunstrand.
He arrived in Dunstrand city and went to the warrior brotherhood of Mizras. The church took him in and he was used by the church to promote itself. After a year of being a show piece though, he left and sought adventure. His time with Mizras had introduced him to Mirgue the Doomed and he embraced his berserker fury.
Through his connections, he was hired on by the forces of Count Leon Badgericus, lord of East River Run. A small ‘rebellion’ had broken out in the Riverdans – a place called Cerran’s Grant. By all accounts a conquered, puppet territory. However, some locals were disrupting the status quo and had to be dealt with. The count marshaled a force of mercenaries to meet a mostly peasant army south of a place called Fort Sian. Cage was with a group of irregulars given to guarding the left flank.
The forces of Count Badgericus marshaled east of a farmstead. Intelligence reports come in the the force is outnumbered 2:1 – but that the enemy troops are all irregulars, lead by a priest of the Wyld faith. This causes a few shivers, but most of the experienced mercenaries have no fear, and the groups begin to form up. Word comes down the line that the magus Anwin has been brought up from Nevronia as backup and to counter the priest. A light reserve forms around him – rumors fly about how he will best be used – likely to help route the enemy from the farmstead itself – which they can use as an anchor point and flank protector in their fight. Agents of the count give the usual ‘inspiring’ speeches as Anwins group breaks off and heads for a copse of trees from which to view the fight.
There’s a commotion behind the lines as several late arrivals are brought in. You can see they are rugged from the road, breathing heavy and winded from a hasty ride. Captain Ferguson leads them to you muster and informs everyone present that these new comers will hold the left flank along the stream. He pulls the other 9 armored men out of the unit and says that Lt. Spike of the Bloody Spike mercenaries is in charge of the flank defense – adding that Cage is now under his command for the duration of the battle.
The ‘Bloody Spikes’ all seem to be wearing the colors of the count’s regular soldiers. They are a rag-tag lot, and less armored than yourself. One of them is even a woman… a slip of a woman no less, who carries only a bow and wears solid black under the count’s colors.
Quickly you assemble and introduce yourselves as the first horns sound to rally. Spike assembles you all in a circle and polls everyone’s knowledge of the terrain, sketching out a crude map of the area and where the stream bed and farmstead are in relation to the forces. A runner can be heard shouting down the line. He finally arrives at you and near out of breath delivers the latest battle intelligence.