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Player Name: Nic Pitt

Character: Valdir Jackal

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Faction: The Rangers, as a mercenary

Age: He doesn’t like to talk about it because it’s older than Guthrum.

Bio:

I was born back on old Faedrun. My family came from Richtcrag, . One of the few families that were moved South due to the Undead and to live in a single place and possess farmable lands. My parents, whose names I could never remember, were killed when I was very young in a dispute of ownership. The farm was lost and I ended up an orphan left to wander the steppes between small settlements. I eventually made my way to the more permanent settlements in the south of Faedrun where I made my living as a cut-purse. As I grew older, I started to perform more serious tasks for various groups. Suffice it to say, I made sure their message was heard loud and clear to whoever they figured needed it. Once I had established myself with sufficient experience and coin, I traveled back to my family home. I delivered the current occupants a message that was long overdue. They caught on fast enough though, and the remaining few fled. For a time I returned to my roots, content to farm the land as my father had. Whenever I grew tired of the mundane affair of farming, I would venture back south for some more exciting work. This cycle continued for a time, until the dead came. I imagine many stories are now told this way. I survived the ordeal like most, alone and penniless in a new world, with new rules. There was plenty of work for those who had my skill set in this place. The peace with the locals had broken down and there were always plenty of messages that needed to be delivered as many different factions vied for control and influence over their new home. The day came I was approached by one of the strange local inhabitants of this new world, claiming lineage from some clan, grim something or another, it mattered not to me. He had a message to send and the coin to see its deliverance. That message proved to be one of the more arduous affairs of my life. I had to track down a “lion” as they called them, who were roaming about the countryside and make it look like “they was casualties of war” as it was. You see, it was easier then than it would have been now, relations with the locals bad as they were. Nasty armored zealots prattling on about their god of such and another even as they drew their last breaths. This started a downward spiral in my luck; on my journey back I constantly came across various other unfriendly individuals. My wounds began to grow deep, their toll was heavy. I found myself wandering in a daze of sweat and fever dreams until one day I awoke in a small camp. A man by the name of I’sa had found me unconscious in the forest and treated me. I questioned why a stranger would go to such lengths, to which he responded: “Got enough dead back home”. It was through this man I found my way to the Brotherhood of the Long Winter. It was led by a man they called Jarl Ivar. He led us north and established a small camp that was to grow into a settlement. Those days did not last. The Brotherhood was beset with hard times and harsh weather, and soon began to erode into something twisted. I left, when it became obvious that to stay was to fall with it.

PLAYED BY: Antonio Archie
GENDER: Male
CLASS: Rogue
AGE: 23
RACE: Human (Naran)
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown
OCCUPATION: Sell Sword
KNOWN SKILLS: Observation, Archery, swordsman
APPEARANCE: Stands around 6′ tall, shaved haircut except top, usually kept up. Clean shaven, wears light armor on black clothing
NOTABLE TRAITS: Kato is soft-spoken, more likely to hear than speak. He has a tendency to speak in proverbs, and is less condescending as a Naran would be. Has yet to meet the “spouse” portion of the three most precious entities: themselves, their family, spouse.
RELATIONSHIPS: None

BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY: I am called Himurashi Katonomaru. I was born 23 years ago in the land of Aldoria. My mother met the next life as a result of my birth, and my father took an active fight against the Undead scourge. In my twelfth year, we had traveled to a land called Mardrun with the colony of New Hope. There my father lost his life to Ulven forces. For many years, my heart bore a resentment for those who had ended his life, but became clear along my travels. Now I make my way through this life seeking understanding, and to hold my honor defined in dignity. Not only this, but I wish to redeem myself for my hatred of the Ulven. Subete no sui wa meiyo shokan dey meiyo o ataeru.

PLAYED BY: Cody Jackson

GENDER: Male

CLASS: Warrior

AGE: 30

RACE: Human

HAIR: Brown

EYES: Brown

OCCUPATION: Former Caravan Guard turned “Adventurer” now Currently the Magistrate of Key’s Crossing and Headmaster of The Ravens University

KNOWN SKILLS: Being a pain in the ass, but a competent Alchemist

BIRTHPLACE: Vandregon

RELATIONSHIPS: Traveling Companion with Gwynevive Cotorelle, Friend of The Phoenix, Magistrate and Headmaster of the Ravens

RUMORS: Heard he once talked his way out of being murdered by Lorespeakers, but no really he did.

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The True History of Cordyn Lockwell

Part One: On Caravans and Backstories

Year: 261 (21 Years Old)

Cordyn quietly walked next to the ornate covered cart, absentmindedly fiddling with the strap keeping his shield secured to his back. He’d long forgotten about the dull ache in his feet from his worn boots on the hard dirt roads. It had been a few days since they had seen much more than a small shanty town and he’d yet to find a leather-worker or a cobbler able to make him a new pair of shoes that wouldn’t have fallen apart within a week of hardship that he put his footwear through.

A sudden voice snapped Cordyn out of his day dreaming as a man came stamping up from behind the wagon. He was easily ten to fifteen years older than Cordyn and was dressed in fine clothes that showed his merchant status even through the thick coat of road dust that he had accumulated in his traveling.

“I’m getting so damned sick of these travel rations! Gods among us what I wouldn’t give for a real meal!” The man threw a small, dense nut bar into the dirt and Cordyn cracked a small smile.

“Oh Vistero, do you ever stop complaining?” Cordyn chided, picking up the bar and tucking it into a pouch on his belt.

“Oh, you aren’t really going to save that, are you?” Vistero asked in faux disbelief. He already knew the answer, and Cordyn already knew his retort.

“Well you know, I wouldn’t have to if you paid me better.”

“And you know damn well that I pay you far more than you’re worth as a sell-sword, Cordyn. You know if I didn’t like you so much, I would have stopped paying for your services after your first contract was up years ago!” Vistero snapped playfully while Cordyn imitated him using his hand as a puppet. “Hey! Stop that! You’re a lousy swordsman, you know that, right?”

“I’d say I’m a mite better than you are, Vistero.” Both men smiled for a moment before Vistero’s face grew slightly more serious.

“You know. We’ve been traveling together for five years and you’ve never told me about how you came to be on that boat where we met. Now I know all about the part where I told you that you had a nice sword and you told me that it was for sale. We had a lovely little misunderstanding and that’s how you came into my employ. But how did you end up on that ship with that sword in the first place?”

Cordyn’s face hardened slightly. It was hard to think of what his life had been on Faedrun and how everything changed so quickly. He had spent most of his time in Mardrun assuming his family was still alive back in the old world. That maybe the undead scourge hadn’t touched them somehow. It became harder and harder, however, to ignore the chatter that Vandregon and Aldoria had been crushed and that Faedrun as he had known it was no more. Still, maybe it would help him to talk about it.

“Well. I guess I might as well tell you. I was born in a small village in Vandregon outside of the capitol…”

Our village was barely a drop of ink on the map. Not many people passed through, and those who did tended not to bother to stop. Now before you get ahead of yourself, this isn’t one of those stories where my little village was beset by marauders and I, as the lone survivor, picked up my father’s sword and swore vengeance upon my enemies. If that were the case, I’d hope I would be a better swordsman. No, while this story may be sad, it’s nowhere near as dramatic.

I had a happy childhood. We heard whispers about the undead plague, but our little hamlet seemed to be in a world of its own away from it all. My father was a farmer. He grew mostly grains for breads and beers, but he grew enough vegetables to help keep the village running as well. My mother was a seamstress. First by necessity; farmers and adolescent boys tend to wear through their clothes rather quickly, but later by trade when her handiwork was seen throughout the village. Things were good. They were quiet. When I was around twelve I started to spend time with the apothecary, making runs into the woods for reagents and portioning them out for the apothecary to mix into salves and potions. I’d spend my time in the forests pretending to be a sword wielding adventurer as I plucked morels and roots. I would always stop by the blacksmith’s shop on my way out to look at the swords in the windows. I think my father took notice.

It wasn’t for a few more years that we would even start to feel like there was really something going wrong outside of our little bubble. When I was sixteen my father gave me this sword and enough money to book passage on a ship to Mardrun. He knew something was coming and we didn’t have enough money for us all to get out. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and be with my family, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He told me that when I get to New Hope if I ever needed money to sell the sword. It was supposed to be a gift when I turned seventeen, but he felt time was running out. My parents escorted me to the docks and watched me leave.

And now with what we’ve been hearing…I doubt they’re still alive back there.

“So that’s why you told me that sword was for sale.” Vistero shook his head lightly, “And that does explain why you’re so gods awful with it. I am sorry about your parents, Cordyn, but your father was a smart man. I also sensed that something big was coming and that chances to get out were dwindling. That’s how I ended up on that boat with you. For what it’s worth, I’m glad to have you here with me, even if it’s just because I pay you.”

Part Two: Magic Tomes and a Burgeoning Taste for Adventure

Years: 261-264

Age: 21-24

Cordyn continued to travel with Vistero for the next few years. While other caravan guards came and went over the years, Cordyn was always there. He did manage to pick up a little more sword skills by training with the others. He always had a hard time finding a good cobbler on the road and Vistero never really got used to the taste of travel rations, so when the two ended up in decent sized towns they always made sure to make the most of it.

Sometime in the summer of 263, Cordyn came across a book during a brief stop-over in New Hope between outings. The book contained introductory lessons into Arcane teachings and he quickly stowed it away for further reading.

The tome opened up Cordyn’s eyes to a world of possibilities outside of his current line of work. He poured through it anytime the caravan stopped for the night, silently reading to himself. He even developed a type of walking-meditation that he would practice while Vistero slept in the back of a cart. While the book didn’t delve into the real-world applications of mana weaving, it opened Cordyn’s eyes to the ever-present mana stream that surrounded him and he practiced during most of his free time to learn to tap into it.

The first time Cordyn tapped into the mana stream, he was so excited and overwhelmed that he immediately lost contact and gave himself a slight case of backlash. He was more careful and more reserved in the future, but he quickly came up on a road block in his studies. He was to the point where the book could no longer help him. He could tap into the mana stream, but he had no idea how to do anything with that knowledge. He needed a teacher and as much as he enjoyed his time with Vistero, he needed an adventure.

“There’s a whole world out there, Vistero. I’m getting tired of walking the same roads again and again. I want to go out and find my place. I want to learn magic.” Cordyn explained to his old friend, “It’s nothing against you. I’m very grateful for everything you’ve done for me. It’s just…well it’s just -”

“It’s just that your twenty-four, Cordyn. I completely understand, you don’t have to explain it to me. I’ve known you for seven years now. I’m just surprised it’s taken you this long to get itchy feet.” Vistero smiled knowingly. “You know, I was your age once, boy. I remember what it was like to want to find my place in the world. I’m just lucky I found it so young.”

Cordyn felt his relief wash over himself. He had been trying to find a way to tell Vistero that he was interested in leaving the caravan for weeks.

“Tell you what. You stick it out with me until you find a good start to your adventure. We travel through plenty of towns. Now that you’re open, I’m sure it won’t take long to find what you’re looking for.”

“Thanks Vistero. For everything.”

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Cordyn didn’t stay much longer with Vistero. Within a few months he bumped into a Syndar woman who shared his thirst for adventure, and lucky for Cordyn, she happened to be an arcane mage. She agreed to travel with him and try to teach him about magic as long as she could accompany him on his adventures. He may have embellished a bit when she asked him if he was good with his sword . . .

UPDATE:

Life took a series of interesting and unforeseen turns for Cordyn as he tried to find his way in the world. His interest in herbalism and arcane magic eventually distilled itself into a lasting love and aptitude for Alchemy. Cordyn invented a few interesting and unique potions and through this found himself on the payroll of The Ravens. Life continued to twist and turn and in time and after a night he will never forget, Cordyn found himself giving up the sword, sickened by the quickness with which it draws blood.

In the Fall of the year 269 the Baron, Alestear seemed to have completely vanished from Keys Crossing, but truthfully he’d been absent in all ways but physical for long before that. With no one else stepping up to steer the ship, Cordyn felt that he would have to take the responsibility. Alongside his guidance the settlement began a stark shift away from it’s former status as a house of nobility and toward something that could more adequately help all of the people of Mardrun. Public Markets and a Grand Public University were built attracting merchants and traders to the streets of Keys Crossing and soon Cordyn found himself not as a leader, but as a humble voice for the people of Keys Crossing with The Ravens acting as his ears among the populace.

Sir Lux Hallowed Knight of The Lady of Ice and Bloodshed

PLAYED BY: Nicholas Hansen
CHARACTER NAME: Sir Lux formerly Lucas Victorson
GENDER: Male
CLASS: Warrior
AGE: 28
RACE: Human
HAIR: Long dark red hair. generally tied back in a pony tail
EYES: Hazel
OCCUPATION: Mercenary. Thinks he’s a Knight. Formerly a medic in the Vandregon Army but he doesn’t remember that.
KNOWN SKILLS:
Was a skilled Healer prior to retrograde amnesia resulting from major cranial trauma.
Proficient in the use of one handed weapons and all armor and shields.
Too stubborn to die.
Decent cook.
BIRTHPLACE: The village of Antia
NOTABLE TRAITS: Long scar from an axe or sword stretching from front to back on the top of his head
RELATIONSHIPS:
Lux has no memory of:
Victor, Priest of Antia and Father of Lucas, Undead.
Older brother, right hand of the priest, status unknown.
Older sister, fled Antia, Mercenary, Presumed dead.
2 younger sisters, Left Antia with Lucas, Became seamstresses, avoid combat, Presumed Alive
Baby brother, Left behind, gods forgive me, he’s only a child, don’t let him be one of those things.
Lux knows:
Toralf Grimmsvulkerr
James Stewert

RUMORS: He’s a mad bastard, praying to a god no-one’s ever heard of. He’s strong as an ox and just as stubborn.

BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY:

Year 237: Lucas Victorson, who would later become Sir Lux, was born in late April to the village priest and his wife. He was their second son, or third depending upon how you counted and how much of an ass you are. His older brother and sister were 6 and 3 years his senior, respectively.

Year 238: News of the betrayal of the May’Kar Dominion finally reaches Antia. Victor narrowly avoids panic among the villagers.

Year 239: First little sister is born.

Year 241: Second little sister is born

Year 242: Victor starts training his eldest son to be his right hand.
Life in Antia was hard at the best of times and was only made harder by the demands of her priest. He was a power hungry fool who strangled what he should have shepherded. Using fear and threats both real and imagined, he brought Antia to its knees.
Lucas’s eldest brother was little better. As their father’s chosen heir, he was employed as an enforcer. A constant reminder of the will of “the gods” while his father looked down upon his domain. By the time his older brother was 20, he had already “disposed” of three people who would have caused the mad priest problems.

Year 245: Lucas befriended and started helping out an old herbalist in the village, and began learning how to put people back together.

Year 247: Baby brother is born and mother dies due to complications from childbirth. Victor goes into morning and never recovers.

Year 250: Victor uses his heir as an enforcer, a patrolling reminder of the will of “the gods” while the Priest looked down upon his domain. In this year, three people who had been a threat to Victor’s power had “accidents” and Lucas caught his elder brother one night with bloodied hands.

Year 251: Older sister came out against the treatment of the village, there were arguments both public and private which quickly escalated to fighting then to physical confrontations. This mess forced Lucas to realize how terrible their father was and had been since the death of his mother. His sister fled the village when she realized that her father and elder brother were planning her demise. Lucas promised to find her after he got as many people out as he could and sealed promise with tattoo on his right shoulder.

Year 252: Escape from Antia. Lucas spent nearly a year sneaking around behind his father and elder brother talking to citizens of the village, feeling them out and trying to convince as many to leave as possible before his father caught on. It was early spring when his brother discovered the plot and Lucas fled in the night with almost two dozen people including his two little sisters. He couldn’t manage to get to his baby brother in the chaos.

Year 253: Lucas was fielded as a medic in the Vandregon army at the beginning of the year and stayed with them in Faedrun for as long as he could, defending evacuating citizens and sending messages looking for his older sister. Lucas never found her. Lucas was no hero, he just helped patch them up and get them back to the field.

However, Lux doesn’t know any of that. In fact, “Lux” didn’t exist until after he nearly died the previous winter and lost all memory from before taking an axe to the head.

Year 265: January He awoke in a small cabin filled with the tools and supplies of a healer, looked around the room for a few moments, grabbed a pile of gear that had been set aside, and left.

• Tattoo on right shoulder blade interpreted as a combination of a flag and a personal symbol.
• He assumed himself to be a knight due to the armor, sword and shield in the bundle of belongings.
• He assumed himself to be favored by a deity due to the simple fact of his survival.
• Red and white were the colors of his deity, red and gray/black, his companions.
• The domains of his god were, following the colors and that it was winter, Ice and Bloodshed.
• Any true knight ought to serve a lady.
• Therefor the Lady of Ice and Bloodshed

He met and started working alongside James Stewart and Toralf Grimmsvulkerr not long after he “figured out” who he was.

The Lady of Ice and Bloodshed
Origin: the first mention of her was by Lux shortly after rising from his near death. Considering that all information about her comes from one individual who suffered major head trauma, it is not unreasonable to conclude that she doesn’t actually exist.

Character Name: Valerian
Played by: Max

Species: Human
Skills: Bard, Arcane Magic
Age: 23
Born: Year 241, Autumn

It was a spring morning when the Stewart came to find Valerian, apparently a young man had arrived at the Spire seeking an interview. He refused at first, but the stewart persisted, “Listen… apparently they’re a huge fan, could you just give them five minutes of your time?”

With reluctance, Valerian finally agreed and sat down with the boy. He had a droopy face and star struck eyes. It wasn’t an attractive combination. Introductions were made and the conversation began. The boy felt it necessary to preface each question with “Hey Valerian.” It was a dreadful habit.

Hey, Valerian: Why did you join the Archons?
: Archons. They’re called Archons. No shit, I joined them.

Hey, Valerian: There was a rumor going around that you might… sleep with folk, for silver?
: My dear, that is completely not a rumor. People give me money to do what I want. Wouldn’t you say that’s a good deal?

Do you… sleep with any of the Archons?
: Are you insane? Of course I don’t! The archons are my business affairs, I don’t mix my business affairs with… my other business affairs. Things get messy that way.

Hey, Valerian: What do your parents think of that?
: Ama and father disagree with my decisions. They tried to convince me that, because we were well off enough, I didn’t need to, so I shouldn’t- I knew that well enough already. I don’t much care for what I do and do not need to do- I like sleeping with men and they’ll pay me money for it. It’s fun. It’s profitable. Why wouldn’t I?

Hey, Valerian. What exactly do your parents do, that you wouldn’t need to work?
: Silver trade. I would rather not discuss it.

Hey Valerian, is it true you’re a bard? Where did you learn?

: My parents thought it important that I learned music. I don’t think they expected that I would take it up as a trade.

Hey, Valerian. Where were you born? How did you get to Mardrun?
: Aldoria. Boat. Boring. Can’t you make these questions more interesting?

Uhm. Are you a powerful mage?
: Are you a mage at all? I feel like that’s relative.

Well, I’m not an Archon.
: Exactly.

The interview continued to go nowhere. Fifteen minutes later, the Magi Tyrannous heralded the Archmage’s return, Valerian used the chance to dismiss the boy “Important Archon matters to attend to, please make an appointment next time.”

He would have words with the Stewart for putting him on the spot.