Str: 12 Int 11 +3 Languages Wis 8 Dex 8 Con 14 Chr 13 Max Hench 6 LB: +1
Languages Dwarvish Goblin Common Orcish
GP: 0 SP: 0 CP: 0
Equipment: Leather Armor 25# Warhammer 10# Helmet 5# Shield 15# Small Sack 5# of 10# -6 Torches -Tinderbox
Adrim and his older brother had been standing watch at the western outpost, there had been no sign of the greenskins for days. Verdin joked that the goblins wouldn't be coming back for months after they had lost so many, but they did come back. Adrim had been checking the far side of the tunnel opening when he heard the sounds of battle, racing back towards his brother he sounded his horn and could see that it was too late the outpost had been over run. Verdin was no where to be found.
The fight was bloody and of the 5 score of Dwarves who had been manning the watch, barely a score survived. Adrim and Verdin were among the lucky until or so he thought, he was summoned before the Watch Captains and was charged with cowardice and blamed for the loss of the outpost. Verdin had told a different story, how he had been checking the farside and it was Adrim who had lost his nerve and broke and ran. The look in his father's eye told him he knew the truth but it was Adrim's duty to always support his brother, he who had been marked for greatness.
Taking the brand of criminal he left the clans and found himself wandering...after months he fell into the Grey Hart, now some see the Dwarvish brand and ignore but others have found him to be a stalwart companion and one who can be depended on and they wonder about him....
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2012 18:14:20 GMT -6 by Ronin84
KNOWN SPELLS: Charm Person, Detect Magic, Hold Portal, Protection from Evil, Read Magic, Sleep.
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Common Tongue, Elvish, Sprite, Dwarfish, Orcish, Kobold.
GOLD PIECES: 8 remaining.
EQUIPMENT: 4 Daggers. (12gp. 4 lb). (One hung at his side in plain view, one secreted up his left sleeve, another concealed in his right boot, yet another strapped at the nape of his neck). (“Why, I am practically unarmed, good sir! We mages are peaceful, scholarly souls. Might I perchance give the back of my neck the merest scratch..?”)
Waterskin. (1gp. 5lb). ((Sigh!) “One must drink water to live...”)
Flask of wine. (2gp. 5lb). ((Grins): “...but one drinks wine to make life worth the living!”)
Backpack. (3gp. 30lb capacity). (“Dratted, cumbersome thing! I really must hire a man to attend to such manual unpleasantness...”)
Rations, 1 week. (7gp. 15lb). (A few small bread rolls, a round of pleasantly-tangy hard cheese, a few handfuls of dried fruit, an apple or two, a fistful of cured wild boar sausages, etc.) (“Iron rations? Good Gods, my dear fellow, I’d rather starve...”)
Travelling cloak. (3gp. 5lb). (“Dratted, waterlogged country! Does it ever stop raining in these benighted parts?!?”)
String of garlic. (5gp. 0lb). (Somewhat picked at; He’s been using the occasional clove to add a soupson of flavour to the company’s otherwise-dreary meals...) (“You may call it chicken stew, my dear sir! I can but regard it as a tragically-drowned fowl deserving of a better send-off than the company of stale turnips and – I’m not even sure what that is. These little white-and-purple jewels may serve to remedy the injustice..!”)
Tinderbox. (2gp. 0lb). (“Oooh, catch, you cursed thing! CATCH! Nine shaved dwarfs, but there’s got to be an easier way to start a fire...”)
Lantern. (10gp. 5lb). (“A dark lantern for oh-so-occasionally dark business, hmm..?”)
Oil, Flask. (2gp. 5lb). (“...but it wouldn’t do for the old girl to run out of flicker on us, would it? I’m all for the dark, but there are limits...”)
Weight carried: 45 lbs.
BACKGROUND: No-one seems to be entirely sure when Ædelwynn fell in with the Grey Hart, or why, but the young magician has been lurking on the fringes of the company for some time now, despite the occasional curse and hurled missile sent his way, that he has so far managed (largely) to avoid.
Of medium height, slim of build, with sandy-brown hair framing an affable, smiling face (that is swift to take on a shrewd, watchful look when he thinks you’re not looking at him), he is clearly educated – cultured even – at least that is the impression he tries to give. He certainly affects a cultivated, scholarly manner, but there’s more than a little of the mountebank about him. Keep your hand on your purse and an eye on your girl when Ædelwynn’s around – chances are he’s after both, a predatory, calculating look in his pale blue eyes. His greed is all-too-swift to outweigh his caution, which has led to the occasional blacked eye and split lip from his comrades when he has been caught ‘borrowing’ from them, although he is swift to bounce back, insisting it was all a misunderstanding and falling over himself to be agreeable to his former antagonists (while quietly marking them for future retribution...)
He spends a lot of time pouring over his (admittedly quite impressive-looking) spell book, although at times he seems a little wary – even nervous – of it. Surely it couldn’t be that it doesn’t belong to him, could it?
Nonetheless, he has proved himself to be a shrewd and capable spell-caster, enough to ensure Sir Trevor has seen fit to permit his continued presence in the ranks of the Grey Hart, despite the occasional – heh – ‘misunderstanding’ arising between him and his fellow sell-swords.
“Ruins, you say? Hmm. Yes, potentially interesting, I suppose. I may perhaps join you in investigating them... should I wake up in time... and after a proper breakfast, naturally...
“In the meantime fear not, my bold companions; I shall be certain to keep a close and watchful eye on any belongings you may see fit to leave behind while you seek your fortunes...”
Equipment: Leather Armor Helmet Shield Mace Holy Symbol, Wood Scroll of Cure Light Wounds Backpack 17 of 30# -Tinderbox -Rations, Iron (x1) -Waterskin -Cloak (used as blanket while sleeping)
Encumbrance: 68/75 lbs
Background: No one knows The Herald's true name or city of origin. It's said he wanders from place to place, looking for battle on the fringes of civilization. He is loathe to fight other Men, as he considers himself the Champion of Mankind, chosen by the Gods to wipe all Beastmen and other heathens (he tolerates Elf and Dwarf, but just barely) from the face of the earth. Killing other Men in self-defense, on the other hand, is an acceptable course of action.
The Herald is quite lax on enforcing the rules of any temporal church, nor is he too keen on converting the unbelieving Man. His purpose is plain: Beastmen will never accept the Gods, so they must be obliterated. When facing those types, his zeal (i.e. lust for battle) shines like a beacon.
He speaks the language of most Beastmen (Orc, Goblin, and Ogre, to be sure. A smattering of Kobold, as he's troubled by most of the fricatives common to that language) but if he learned them for any reason other than to taunt his enemies before smashing them to pieces with his mace Solais ("Light" in some ancient tongue, he claims), it's not at all clear why.
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2012 10:06:44 GMT -6 by sulldawga
Equipment: Short Bow (5#) Quiver w/20 Arrows (5#) Sword (10#) Backpack Grey-green Cloak (5#) Iron Rations, 1 Week (7#) Water Skin (5#)
Background: Lasko the elf joined The Grey Hart a few months ago as an archer and scout. Although friendly, maybe even frivolous, he doesn’t really fit in with the rest of the company. Maybe because his eyes seem to be laughing at everyone, like they aren’t in on his private joke.
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2012 17:20:42 GMT -6 by riftstone
Equipment: 35 Mail Armor (50#) 10 Helmet (5#) 6 Mace (5#) 1 Sling (1#) 3 Backpack 15 Iron Rations, 1 Week (7#) 1 Water Skin (5#) 5 Wooden Holy Symbol (1#) 25 1 Scroll Cure Light Wounds 25 1 Scroll Protection from Evil
Background: Brought into The Grey Hart for spiritual lifting, he has always been expected to carry his own weight in battle. He has not shirked his duty, in combat or otherwise. His shield destroyed in the last skirmish, he hasn’t had the chance to replace it as of yet.
Most others believe him a little “touched”, not helped by the large dent in his helmet. He also has a habit of yelling out nonsense during melee…
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2012 0:10:00 GMT -6 by riftstone