Post by Luke Porter on Jan 3, 2017 10:45:26 GMT -5
Valder Arnhold
Human Male Druid 37 years old.
Vader stands about 6 feet tall, slim but broad shouldered with five days’ growth of beard and shoulder length black hair. He wears simple leather armor under robes and caries an oaken staff. Horrible scars from what might be burns cover the left side of his face. Valder has a hoarse voice and an grumble to his words.
Valder trained to be a druid with his family at the steading of Arhold, a small community barely more than a dozen folks, a day’s ride from the walls of Skyfall. It was a cozy and warm home, at peace with the surrounding wilds. It was so nice that a man from Skyfall offered to buy the hold from Valder’s family. No dice, it had been the family home for centuries. After turning the stranger away, many calamities befell Arnhold. First the well soured, with gray green ooze, the alien origin of which was proof against purifying magics. Then The crops wilted in the ground and strange sickness befell the people and animals alike. Still the Arnhold clan would not be moved. Then came the rain of green flame. It was a nightmare, water nor sand would quench the flames and the noxious fumes choked the people as they fled. Valder was trapped under a burning beam himself. He woke to guardsman in tunics of the technic league combing the rubble for survivors. Valder was lucky to flee with his life, horribly scarred. For the past dozen years he has been a vagabond, but now he is ready to set himself to a purpose once again.
Human Male Druid 37 years old.
Vader stands about 6 feet tall, slim but broad shouldered with five days’ growth of beard and shoulder length black hair. He wears simple leather armor under robes and caries an oaken staff. Horrible scars from what might be burns cover the left side of his face. Valder has a hoarse voice and an grumble to his words.
Valder trained to be a druid with his family at the steading of Arhold, a small community barely more than a dozen folks, a day’s ride from the walls of Skyfall. It was a cozy and warm home, at peace with the surrounding wilds. It was so nice that a man from Skyfall offered to buy the hold from Valder’s family. No dice, it had been the family home for centuries. After turning the stranger away, many calamities befell Arnhold. First the well soured, with gray green ooze, the alien origin of which was proof against purifying magics. Then The crops wilted in the ground and strange sickness befell the people and animals alike. Still the Arnhold clan would not be moved. Then came the rain of green flame. It was a nightmare, water nor sand would quench the flames and the noxious fumes choked the people as they fled. Valder was trapped under a burning beam himself. He woke to guardsman in tunics of the technic league combing the rubble for survivors. Valder was lucky to flee with his life, horribly scarred. For the past dozen years he has been a vagabond, but now he is ready to set himself to a purpose once again.