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Lifepaths— Village born, Apprentice, Journeyman, Armorer Age— 31
| Stats | Wi | Pe | Ag | Sp | Po | Fo | ||
| B4 (-/1/0) | B4 (-/1/0) | B4 // | B3(-/0/1) | B5(-/3/0) | B4 | |||
| Attributes | Hea | Ref | MW | Ste | Hes | Res | Cir | Multi. |
| B4 (1/0/0) | B3 | B11 | B6 | 6 | B2 Cur: 1 (1/1/0) | B4 (0/0/0) | 3.5// |
| PTGS | Su: B3 | Li: B5 | Mi: B7 | Se: B9 | Tr: B10 | Mo: B11 |
Skills— Mending B3, Blacksmith B3 (1/0/0), Armorer B3 (1/0/0), Weapon Smith B3, Haggle B3 (2/1/0), Appraisal B3, Etching B1, Carpentry B1, Intimidate B4 (0/0/0), Military Wise B3 (1/1/0), Axe B3 (1/1/0), Oratory B2 (0/0/3)
Skills being Learnt - Stealthy (2), Orienteering (1), Accounting (4), Inconspicious (2), Region Wise (1), Elf Wise (1), Brawling (2), City Wise (1), Persuasion (2)
Gear— Clothes, Traveling Gear, +3D Reinforced Leather (w/o helmet), Axe, Workshop
IMS—
Waffe IMS Add WSpd VA Strike Dist Fists 3/5/7 2 fastest - shortest Light Axe Smiter 4/8/12 2 slow 1 long
Property— Haus mit dem Workshop drin (zumindest vorläufig in Pwylls Besitz)
Affiliations— nope
Reputations— +1D Weidengrund, Tyford is a solid craftsman
Relationships— Pwyll, the mayor is my enemy (Medium, hateful); Tellurd, a trader in Kreuzwege
Spells or Rituals— nope
Traits— Vengeful, Cold Blooded (C-O), Back Breaking Labor (C-O), Tough (Dt)
Artha— Fate 4 / Persona 4 / Deeds 1
Artha spent— Fate: Power 2, Will 1, Speed 2, Preception 1, Circles 1, Axe 1, Persona: Resources 1, Haggle 1, Axe 1, Intimidate 1
Notes—
Beliefs
- Da Narim nun tot ist, müssen wir Leute in der Unterwelt auf unsere Seite ziehen. Dazu will ich Tellurd in guter Position installieren. (0/1/0)
- Ich will den elfischen Druck auf Kreuzwege erhöhen. Dazu werde ich ein feuriges Mittel finden.
- Ich will die Rolle der Provinz Eredhon im elfischen Reich in allen Details erkunden, um logistische Schwächen zu erkennen.
Instincts
- Wenn es Streit gibt, stelle ich mich vor meine Freunde (0/1/0)
- Wenn jemand mit mir redet, präge ich mir die Stimme ein.
- Wenn ich mein Werkzeug verwendet habe, pflege ich es danach.
Lebenslauf
I was born in a far away province and had what I'd call a 'happy' childhood there. Happy in my case means there was relatively little Elven meddling. My first real contact with Elven kind came when the Elven assessor came to town, to judge us children. I had a blast, the mayor had planned a festival and we - the children - were the center of attention. We could display our skills and compete with each other. And the winners were chosen to go to an academy. I have always been one the stronger children and I won my contest. The assessor decided that I should become a 'shaper', meaning that I was chosen to become a craftsman in a profession that requires physical prowess.
Upon arrival at the academy things turned out to be not as nice as village. We were six guys from our village and as soon as we arrived all the humans present seemed to descend on us and not for niceties. The next weeks were a blur of hazing, vicious hazing that displayed a malice I have never encountered in humans again until the day I met Pwyll. The human "wardens" did little to stop the other students, they did seem to take delight in outdoing the students with their pranks in cruelty and the amount of pain they could inflict. the Elves who oversaw the whole academy were no help at all. the only concern they had, was that not lasting physical harm was inflicted on their charges. Lasting physical harm was a broken limb, an amputation or a serious laceration but everything else seemed to be below their dignity. As You can imagine, the academy was and never will be a favorite place of mine. Our plight was lifted a little, when some poor sobs from another village arrived and the focus shifted to the new ones.
It was for 7 years that I was a guest of the academy, slowly working my way up the food chain. In the end I got a journeyman's letter. I was out of there as soon as that piece of parchment was in my hand. I had no where to go but any place was better then the hell hole I had just left. Next I knew I found myself in the supply train of the the 2nd Border Assault Battalion, going on campaigns way up North, fighting those bloody greenskins and sometimes also those sturdy mountain folks that call themselves dwarves. I served as assistant armorer and the battalion armorer quickly discovered my knack for making good blades and repairing used and broken ones. We saw a lot of action in the Wolfs Teeth Region. Fighting orcs and dwarves gave us the prime opportunity to a lot of violence, mutilations, bloodshed and senseless loss of life. When my time was up I decided to leave the border troops and look for another opportunity to make money. I had come to like the military, the people there respected skill and rank. Since it was a an ok climate, the decision to chose a unit that was less involved in action came easy.
After a little wandering and searching I found a new home as battalion armorer of what is called the 'Home Guard' and it was a much calmer posting. Most of all there was less gore, less killing and more time to learn new skills. Etching metal was a new art and it was quite popular in the battalion. Another skill that comes in handy every now and then is carpentry. Being in the home guard meant not always living in tents and on the move but also in semi-permanent abodes. Luckily a local carpenter was a helpful man and in return for nails and a few good hatchets he made his skills available to me. Another perk of the job were frequent rides to town with the quartermaster. You see, 'Home Guard' is not stationed in cities, they are not responsible for keeping the law. Going with the quartermaster to get supplies was always a welcome break from routine and being armorer had its' perks. One of the trips t town was an especially successful one. Upon arriving in the city our first stop always was the market. To get food and supplies and to hear the latest gossip. That time, when we went on the market a flicker caught my eye and there she stood. the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes upon. A tall, slender, raven haired beauty, fair skinned and blue eyed she was. she looked up at the exact moment and our gazes met. It was that moment that I lost my heart and as she told me later on, it was the same for her. Her name was Gwynn, she was the daughter of a local farmer and sold the farms produce here. While she looked at me a slow smile worked up its' way on her face and her face lit up. I will always remember her by that smile.
My comrades realized what was going on, when I left them standing there and headed straight over to Gwynn's market stand. They hooted and whistled a lot and when I reached the stall, my blush was slowly receding again. We hit it off from the start and our first conversation drifted from the last harvest to produce quality to our lives to this day. From that day on it was a given, that I went to town every time, someone went. Little by little we got more acquainted and soon we talked about spending life together and I was introduced to her parents. Since we knew that my term with the military wouldn't last forever, I started investing money in a house in Gwynn's village. That way we'd have a home and I'd have a workshop when I left the service. Things looked good for me and my future, but things were about to take a turn for the worse.
It turned out I wasn't the only man, who had discovered Geynn's beauty and was taken by it. The mayor of the village, a man named Pwyll. A carpenter by trade, he was an efficient worker and good business man and he felt he was entitled to having the wife of his choice. I counted myself lucky, since Gwynn met every one of his advances with declining it. In hindsight it might not have been the smartest move on her part, maybe there was another way, but we didn't take it. Pwyll proved to be willing to go to some length to achieve his goal. He finally accepted the fact, that Gwynn's "No" would remain and we thought all was well. It wasn't. His decision was that if he couldn't call her his wife, then none else should. So one evening, after a market day, Pwyll and one of his henchmen stopped her, raped her and then killed her. Gwynn's body was found the next morning, beaten, abused and bloodied. When we examined the body, her hands showed that she had not given in easily. The perpetrators would show visible marks. If we found them, they would be easy to identify. We found the perps easily. Pwyll and one of the goons he calls apprentices had scratches all over her their faces and it was obvious, who had done the horrible deed.
Both of them managed to escape the mob. Gwynn had been well liked in the village and tempers ran high. Had we laid hands on him, it would've ended as it should have. this way he returned a week after the fact with an escort. An escort made up of an Elven official and four Elven guards. The village was gathered and the official spoke or rather sang, making it clear to the people in the village, that Pwyll was important and that no harm should come to him. Otherwise the consequences for the village would be dire one, we might even contract the wrath of the Emperor. At the mentioning of the Emperor everyone knelt down, everyone that is except for me. Something happened that day and it was, as if I was observing the whole scene through a red veil of wrath. To not be noticed, I knelt too, a little later then the rest. Yet even as the Elven voice rang out loud and clear over the village population, it was clear to me, that Pwyll would have to pay for his deed in full.
Since that day I have not been the same. I began seeing things differently in my surroundings. It seemed as if something had been broken. When my time with the battalion was up, I move into the village to become the local smith and to seek revenge. After a few month I found some people, who had undergone a change to. A huntress told me about old God's and the forgotten ways of mankind. She seems to think, that we need to establish our own ways again and follow our own God's. That way lies salvation for us. I became interested in listening to her. Mankind following its' own path? Not fighting to see Elves reap all the spoils, that does sound good. There are a few others too. United by the desire for change and the will to break the Elven yoke.
