Character Bios

 Cadell never knew his parents. All he knows about his birth is the ashen remnants of his home village, Aryon. It was destroyed by heretics and most of the populace sacrificed before a contingent of Knights of the Dawn had come through to purge them. With lance and sword they devastated the heretics, and began to try and cleanse the village through blessing and house-to-house searches, to erase any trace of evil.

It was as Knight Lieutenant Andras was searching through Cadell’s home that he heard the cries of a child. He raced towards the noise, and stumbled upon a baby in one of the rooms. Struck with compassion, he grabbed the baby and left the house, to show his squad his finding.

Although some in the group believed him cursed, and remarked that he be burned with the bodies, Andras took Cadell with them back to Valonbray, to drop him off at an orphanage as a ward of the church.
The church provided him an education, one that he very eagerly accepted. He was fanatical, and poured over the writings of Astraeans about theology, learning every prayer, and applying the code of Astraeans to his own life. He outperformed his fellows in the orphanage, and was taken on for consideration into a church career. Some even whispered he may become a bishop, or maybe even the Venerable Judicator some day!

However, Cadell one day came across a biography on the Paladin-turned-Saint Roland. He drew parallels from his life to his own. He idolized Roland and his ideals, and began to desire not to preach from a pulpit, but to defend with a sword.

He left the monastic school, and found a New Dawn representative in Valonbray to take him to Amala, where the order was. Upon arrival, and after the testing of his skills, Cadell was accepted as a squire to Sir Brendan. He served with distinction, and upon his 21^st birthday, was knighted as a full knight of the New Dawn.

Not even 6 months later to his promotion, both the knights of the New Dawn, and their enemies the Knights of the Red Dawn, returned to Pendor, and were forcibly integrated into a new order by the Venerable Judicator.

Cadell hated the fact that the Red Dawn fought alongside him as “brothers”. They were no brothers of his, and had killed some of his friends back in Amala. Cadell may have to live with them, but he doesn’t have to like it. Tensions have run high in the order, and Cadell hates to find himself in what appears to be the minority.

In the years after his return, Cadell has fought with honor and has gathered from the ranks of his New Dawn friends, a band of knight-brothers, a fellowship that will uphold justice, and all that Roland stood for and will smite all heretics, whether they wear black, green, or red..
 

Background:
Alchemist, may heal and create poisons for renown

Traits:
Good two handed mace wielder +1 skill
Agile +1 speed
Unflappable

Armour:
Medium armour +2 WP, Barclesian steel upgrade +1 speed

Weapons:
2 handed mace, -2 speed,

Stats:
WP 4 (2 base, 2 medium armour)
SK 2 (0 base, 1 skillful order bonus, 1 good weapon master bonus)
SP 2 (0 base, 1 agile, 1 barclesian steel bonus) note, SP is 0 with mace

Dr De'Veer sat at the prow, gazing at Prince Valdemar, everything was perfect on the young prince, the rich black hair, the well toned muscles, the deep black eyes, the staggering intelligence, a wet nose and a thick tail. Sighing he picked him up as the inquisitive rat peered over the edge, De'Veer had spent far to long perfecting such a male to see him tipped into the sea. Feeding the rat a grain, he placed him back into the transport box. Four dead silent knights sat impassively around the ship, wax slabs hanging around their necks, bells tingling in the wind. De'Veer smiled faintly, and opened his journal:

"It is the thirty fourth year of my life, and for the first time since i have left this backward cesspit of a nation, I find myself forced back to it. I cannot say that Barclay was much greater with any sense of honesty, its learned men are just as rigidly set in tradition as my forebears, yet they explore, record, strive, in there own primitive way, I suppose there is only so much to expect from such people, but for that sergeant to mistake me for a Barclesian peasant? To be drafted up for cannon fodder? Perhaps fate was kind, for I through them I was shown the radiant cross..."

De'Veer looked up from his work, the captain had walked up to him, Windholm was a dot on the horizon. "I must thank you captain for so gallantly aiding the radiant cross, and me personally, in this small matter." De'Veer said. "My pleasure doctor, now, the question of my wife..." replied the captain nervously. De'Veer closed his book and placed it next to the cage. Prince Valdemar twitched his nose and gnawed at the bars. "Of course captain, I will be with her shortly." De'Veer intoned. Opening his travel bag, he donned the Barclesian steel gauntlets and mail for his sleeves, the patients worse tendencies had been purged, but precautions were always necessary. Pushing his spectacles back to his eyes, he strode after the captain to his private chambers. De'Veers stopped at the door, and reached up to pull down his red plague mask, its glass eyepieces and ibis beak, protecting him from the dangerous humors of the room. "Ready captain" he rasped through the powerful herbs that he made sure to keep stuffed down the end of his mask. The captain opened the door, and ushered him in, closing it quickly after De'Veer entered. De'Veer looked down at the figure restrained on the bed. The captains wife was in poor shape, but an acceptable one. The initial stages of the treatment were harsh. De'Veer was always cautious then, pulling out the cultists incisors was a difficult affair, made all the worse by it being impossible to convince her to let him tend to the wounds. Drugging was an option, but slowed the overall treatment to an unacceptable pace. De'Veer pulled away the fur coat over her, the burn marks where he had removed the vile cultist symbols had healed better than he expected, he quickly checked that the patients restraints where still taught, then recovered her, both for modesty, and the cool climate they had entered. He went to the desk and pulled out a small pair of cheap calipers, everything in this room would have to be dumped into the ocean afterwards, he was grateful the captain had his own equipment, De'Veer would have been distraught if he had to through away his own treasured instruments. Turning back to the woman, he loosened the boards from her head, and turned off the tap to the barrel of water he had left dripping onto her. Pensively, he waited to seen any reaction, none. Good news, the deprivation had worked, she had forgotten him.

With a masterful hand he measured quickly the distance between her eyes, the width of her head in several different places that very few could even hope to understand the reasoning behind. He turned her head left and right gently, and moved the calipers slowly back and forth across her vision, she followed them passively. Hmm, blankly perhaps would be a better term. De'Veer frowned under his mask, not what he was looking for. He noted to administer less of the green flower in the future. He turned back to the desk and studied the note book, her eyes had not moved, but the repulsive tinge was gone from them. Her mid and back skull had moved the proper fractions, whilst the brow was still in its proper condition. De'Veer felt a sense of accomplishment, and turned the womans face back to him, and gently opened her mouth, she did not resist, or more importantly, try to bite him anymore. The glands behind her teeth had shrunken down to indistinguishable bumps and the blood had finally congealed and begin to heal. Pleased, he let her settle back down and released the bonds on her hands. Nothing. His heart in his throat, he released her feet. She merely curled up to sleep. Success.

De'Veer gathered up his equipment he had used, and any extra pieces he could see lying around, and placed them in a leather bag he had instructed to be left in the room. He knocked twice at the door, and exited when the captain opened it for him. De'Veer removed his mask, and gratefully breathed in untainted air. "Is she ... cured?" fearfully asked the captain. De'Veer stood silently for a moment. "Yes" he said eventually. "She will not remember the cult, or what she did. But ... there are side effects. Everyone responds differently to the flower." The captain wringed his hands miserably waiting for De'Veer to continue. "She has lost more of her memory than i wished, it is not an exact matter. How much we can gage by whether or not she recognizes you. Are you ready to meet her?" The captain nodded. De'Veer re-donned is mask, and led the woman out to meet her husband. She gazed blankly at him De'Veer noticed, the captain had met her when they were 14 De'Veer remembered being told, but the captain refused to notice and pulled the woman close. He had not seen her for the six weeks the trip took since De'Veer had begun. She returned the hug, startled, and clung limply to the man. That was to be expected. She looked through De'Veer as he stood there, she like all other recently cured patients, could not see him when he wore his plague mask. He had made sure she had never seen his face. The captain being the first human for her to encounter was important, it bonded her to him stronger. De'Veer closed the door to the room she had left and locked it. He looked back to the captain, tears were running from his tightly shut eyes. "Do not allow anyone back into that room, especially not her, untill you have removed every item, from it, and replaced every plank and nail. Throw everything you take into the deep sea." The captain nodded and looked to him. "Thank you doctor, I will praise your order forever, I will tell everyone what you have done-"

"No, tell no one, not of her past, of me, or what I have done." De'Veer violently uttered. "The orders approach to cultists has shifted. I am an unorthodox man Captain, most in the order would have beheaded your wife and burned your ship. Make sure she has a constant diet of meat. She will talk in time, you will have to teach her many things again. How much of your wifes old personality you can bring back will depend on your knowledge of how she got it." De'Veer paused from his outburst and continued back in his calm tone. "Stay away from Amala, and if anyone asks about her condition, tell them she was hit in the head by the bowmast and lost her teeth to eating to much sugar. You may see the face you have known for 20 years, but she has lost her recollections, of you, or of what she did to your son. Do not hold her accountable for that anymore, she is no longer that person, she is a new one, an infant, and it is your duty to look after her." De'Veer turned away and left the captain with his wife and returned to his seat. He removed his mask and gauntlets, and set about cleaning both of them, he changed out of his robes and threw them into the sea donning new ones along with all the items he had collected. His purification finished, De'Veer returned to his journal:

"The radiant cross was looking for healers, and for intelligent ones. That much certainly is true. How much we are still used is still a question that must be pondered though. Less knights seem to have knowledge of medicine past the dulling effects of alcohol, and those that do are just as rigidly set in tradition as the rest of the world. They no longer have faith in me. I am well aware why the Hallstaffen experiment failed, they did not follow my instructions, and those fools suffered for it. They seek to get me out of the picture, by sending me back to Pendor, out of the orders hair. They even dared to order my loyal four to watch me, and to obey that enforcer they intended to shackle me with. He learned who controls my followers and what it means to cross a De'Veer.

De'Veer looked back up to the horizon, the retainers he had brought from Hallstaffen were predictable at least, some had been ordered to spy on him, he had no doubt of it. But he could easily pass off his actions as regular medicine for some infectious disease. He knew his methods worked, whatever happened at Hallstaffen was an anomaly. Cultists could be untainted, he had the proof, not that he could ever dare show it ... He glanced back up at his silent guardians before returning to his journal:

"They did not even bother to send me here with instructions. The most infuriating of many slights. I expect to be placed at the whim of any commander they can find, I only hope I am not stuck spending the rest of these days before the next crusade fixing peasants broken fingers or drafting up remedies for pigs. It was not my intention to land at Windholm, I am sure I could have found far more subjects in the old empire lands, I suppose I should thank lady luck I had anything to work on when they shipped me off on the first boat they could find.

Sighing, he read everything he had written, it was more an exercise to vocalize his anger and frustration, but he could never let such things be found, he tore the page away and threw it into the sea, where it dissolved away. Closing his eyes, he lifted his great mace. His old tutor had always found it so delightfully ironic that his most delicate and precise student chose to fight with what boiled down to a rock on a stick. To him De'Veer felt he owed the most, his armour for one, a gift from the tired man, his knowledge and his passion.  "Oh Doctor" De'Veer mumbled to himself. "The snake knights may wear as much steel as they want. I will break each one of them." De'Veer opened his eyes again, and readied himself for the shore.

Methodius was the son of Theoric Marci a Laria knight who served the Town lord, his mother had passed away and was taken care of by his father; they were not very rich but made enough to enjoy a decent life. On a grim day, his father was sent out on patrol duty around Laria with his men, on their way back they encountered a Noldor scouting warband, before he could say anything, the Noldor with their monster reflexes had already opened fire and taken out half his men. By the time he saw his men on the ground and looked back in front of him, a second volley had already been fired, he fell.

3 days later a second patrol found Theoric and his men riddled with Noldor arrows. Methodius was devastated by the news, during the first week all he could do was cry in sadness, but little by little the sadness was overtaken by fury. He refused every invitation to become a squire that the local knighthood orders were offering him, “No, he thought to himself, if I am to join a knighthood order, I will join one that will allow me to avenge father”. Methodius sought those that had the most fighting experience against the Noldor, he sought the Ebony Gauntlet. After a long and arduous search, he finally found them, the Ebony Gantlet were in need of new blood as they only had recently come back from their exile and Methodius’s Noble bloodline certainly helped.

Methodius rose through the ranks and fought many battles, his personal hatred dimmed, but his place in the Ebony Gauntlet forced him to use whatever anger he had left. Before long it was more about upholding his orders anti-noldor tenets than satisfying his personal anger. In his youth he had specifically trained his shield technique to be able to go toe to toe with noldor archery. Methodius now knew that he made many rash decisions in his younger years due to his father’s death, but at least he was ready for the noldor if they were ever to appear in front of him…at least no one would be turned a bastard on his watch…

Methodius Marci (alias: the bastard shield)
Background: Noble
Order: Knight of the Ebony Gauntlet
WP: 8
SK: 0
SP: -2
Traits:
one handed +3(good , exceptional, Master) 1 free, 2 traits
crossbow +1 (good) free
basher, 1 trait (or hardy...) will be chosen before joining


equipment:
crossbow (free)
Balanced, keen, One handed sword (25 renown)
Large shield (10 renown)
Ebony Thick Heavy armor (free) (10 renown)
courser (free) (I’m guessing I can’t ride it… so erm, itl carry my stuff)

Troops:
9 Ebony Gauntlet Knight (90 renown)
5 Ebony Gauntlet Hammers (35 renown)

Background: Slave
Traits: Tough, Hardy, Survivalist (Branded: Slave marked)
Stats:
W: 5 (hardy Order, Slave, Tough)
SK: 0
SP: 0

Misc info:
Slave-marked on right cheekbone, resembling the upper half of a Valsgarde helmet.
Scarred -II- on back, lashed a fair amount of times as galley slave.

Equipment:
Balanced Axe (Character Creation + 5 renown)
Heavy Armor (Dragon, Free
Dragon Destrier (40 renown)
shield (5 renown)

Party:
spending renown: 120
minus, 65 for 5 adventurers with additional ranged weapon (longbow)
minus, 25 for medium instead of heavy armor. (for the adventurers)

Renown left: 30

Fully armored and armed stats:
WP: 9
SK: 0
SP: -3

Sigwald is no philosopher, nor particularly religious due to his misfortune. He knows how to hunt and take hits, but besides that he is a man just trying to survive and pay his debts along the way. If anything, he hopes one day to be reunited with his wife and son (the restart option for a life in Santara).  

Slave:
- Hardy.
- Tough.
- Survivalist.
- (Branded: Slave marked)

Misc info:
Slave-marked on right cheekbone, resembling the upper half of a Valsgarde helmet.
Scarred -II- on back, lashed a fair amount of times as galley slave.

Equipment
Balanced Axe
Heavy Armor (Dragon)
Dragon Destrier
shield

Party
5 adventurers (medium armor and additional longbow)
Basically, Ravenstern rangers with a shield from the Dragon Order.
"Vanndal, Rori, Brandon, Rodrik and Melder."

Stats IG at this very moment:
WP 9, SK 0, SP -3

Noble: Start with good in sword and crossbow. Get a free horse (Agniès's horse). Noble knowledge (heraldry, customs, geography)
Adventurer : Pick one extraordinary item, weapon, or horse at character creation (balanced ebony knight longsword)
Finesse : His high agility allows him to use small weapons better.

WP: +8 (order, Noble, heavy armour)
SK: 0
SP: -2

Balanced ebony knight sword (one hand weapon, Character Creation + 5 renown)
Ravenstern plate armor kilt (Heavy armour, 30 renow)
knight shield (5 renown)
Destrier (dragon, free, +3 Charge)

10 Order of the Dragon knight
1 Adventurer (Snake Tradition)

Spoiler:

Trystan is from one of the oldest families in the kingdom Ravenstern and one of the most respected. His family owned the past castles in the region passes granite north of the city of Poinsburk and one of his ancestors is one of the first knight of the Order of the Dragon. But the years have reduced the wealth Artelion . Arriving at the top of his glory when the kingdom was founded Ravenstern, home declined from generation to generation . Trystan was born in the tiny area that was all that remained to be Artelion. He was soon sent to Poinsburk to use it as page , then it became a squire Robert Karlson, a noble knight in the service of the Lord of Rane . He fought for the first time in 17 years against the barbarians of the north and was knighted shortly later. On this occasion, his father gave him the sword ebony their ancestor Konrad Artelion of said Ebony Heart.
Trystan returned to the field and married a girl named Cyrielle gentry. He sank a quiet and boring year in the family estate to be the lord of Poinsbruk call to arms to defend the border against the Yatus arriving from the east.
The battle against the horsemen of the plains was a great victory, but Trystan learned when a group of robbers attacked the area while he and his men had left and had massacred everyone. Trystan gathered around him as many men as he could and began to pursue looters to find and kill.
Then , he continued to pursue other groups of looters. He discovered one day in a carriage captive a young woman with green eyes , a priestess of the Snake Cult. It was first held as a prisoner but gradually Trystan clung to her and she became his lovers.
Noting his feats of arms in the defense of the border, the order of the Dragon sought to recruit and Trystan decided to join its ranks.

Most of the time, you come across Trystan equipped to take its role and knighted . Full armor , a helmet with a nose guard and protect cheeks. He particularly likes the equipment it takes great care . And besides, it was rather interest. The armor and equipment generally cost a small fortune . So no question of any task rust appear above . When in service, but that it is allowed, it avoids wear his helmet that is quite unpleasant for some reason . If trained to handle any possible and imaginable weapon ( it must be ready at all ) , his weapon of choice is still the long sword with which he excels .
Daily workouts have shaped his body. Not too muscular , not too slender . Trystan is a good product for what peuy expect a Knight of the Order of the Dragon . It will not be carried away by the momentum giving a blow that would end in a vacuum, but will not soon disarmed the first skirmish .
He often kept as a mask. An expression of complete neutrality when in use and does not let any emotion . Head carriage noble and worthy in summary .
Own on it, it is discreet and when not bearing his armor, he has this tendency to become invisible , neither more nor less. We do not pay attention to it and do not notice . Only his gray eyes a strange metallic luster can be remembered . But it only sets some people 's eyes . For the rest, he shaves regularly and straight black hair down slightly on his face. He wants to keep a certain length, even though they are not nearly as long as the numbers of men from the castle.

Trystan has all qualities of defects. Unfortunately , it is sometimes the same things. The young man is loyal and determined. But others will say it's a damn stubborn and can be a bit sticky , or worse a Saint Bernard (without the small barrel of booze of course) . Still, it would be easier to stop a load of heavy cavalry of the notice to change if he has one goal in mind .
Direct and honest, he always says what he thinks if asked his opinion, albeit with some differences , however, if for example , the dress of the queen was not to his liking and she asked his opinion . Fortunately for him , he was asked what he thinks often of particular weapon rather than the wardrobe of the sovereign . Needless to say , very unfortunately , diplomacy is not really one of his strengths. Unless your idea of diplomacy requires a hatchet course .
This has played many tours in the past. It is often advisable to make it clear to your weapon master he does not know his job and he is completely useless to teach you how to handle a long sword .
Despite the warrior aspect, it is also a grown young man who reads regularly and sometimes more for fun than actual need . It addresses both the military treaties great generals of the Old Pendor as books of poetry . Needless to some, it is amusing that.
Yet discreet young man, he does not like to talk about his past . In fact, he does not like talking without saying anything. An injury he has not yet closed. He keeps it in his day. And discuss this issue with him is probably the safest way to make him angry . This or that of the strange young woman who accentuates the many "S" which always accompanies .

Bio.
Harvey was born without a father, during a tournament several months before his birth his father a minor knight was killed in a joust and although to honor him his wife was allowed to keep the minor estate he had previously been awarded for honor in battle his wife knew little of how to run it and so it quickly declined.
As Harvey grew he heard stories of Knights everywhere he went and of Ravensterns famed Rangers, these stories set of Harveys imagination in a way nothing else ever had or ever would and he quickly acquired a bow for himself and then trading on his fathers name was able to convince an old friend of his fathers who was himself a ranger to train him when he had the time.
As a result of this by the time Harvey turned 15 he was already able to defeat most Wardens and even some Rangers in duels of marksmanship, not long after his 15th birthday Harvey got himself both into trouble and into high esteem with a local lord.
Having spotted him and his small band of bodyguard heading into a forest he followed and came across them in battle with a company of bandits and rouge knights, from his countless hours spent training and hearing the old war stories of his trainer Harvey quickly recignised that the lord was losing the battle and so hiding behind a tree he aimed his bow and more by luck then anything else was able to hit a knight through the throat a split second before he would have killed the lord.
After the death of the Knight the battle quickly turned in the Lords favor with Harvey downing several bandits and unfortunately one of the lords men from his position.
Shortly after it ended Harvey was caught trying to escape by one of the Lords Knights and dragged before him, during the impending tirade of threats and amazement Harvey was told for the crime of killing a soldier he should be executed himself but for saving the Lords life and his exceptional marksmanship he was offered a choice, execution or joining the Lords retinue. Needless to say he chose life.
In the following years Harvey continued to devote his time to improving his skills vowing never again to kill an ally and in time he surpassed even the greatest of the Lords marksman and after a particularly bloody battle with a band of rouge knights and once again saving the life of his Lord Harvey was granted permission to become a Knight, shortly after this he left his Lords service taking 4 other men with him who he had been training himself for several years. In honor of his service and countless military triumphs in his lords service he was gifted a bow of unmatched quality by his Lord as a gift the bow having been passed down in his family for generations.
During his travels after that point he ambushed and slew several parties of bandits relying on his skill and speed with the bow and his apprentices talent.
Shortly after 1 such battle a party of Clarior soldiers came across them burning the bodies and took them for bandits themselves, in the following chaos Harvey knocked the leader of the company from his horse with an Arrow to the chest and several more knights horses where killed.
Shocked by Harveys skills the battle ended without anybody being killed and after a short conversation Harvey agreed to join the order, though he didn't particularly care for it's beliefs it was known to be home to many great archers and he wanted the chance to test himself against them.
Harvey has only been in the order a week as of the start of the Torbah incident.

Harvey unknown to any but his apprentices is a devout believer in Astrea calling on her for guidance at the onset of every battle.

Biography : Rose was the first and only child of a Ravenstern lord born at the cost of her mothers life and raised by her father alone and treated almost as a prisoner because of her fathers determination to protect her.
One of the few hobbies her father allowed her was training with the sword, a hobby she convinced him to allow only by arguing that it would allow her to better protect herself should she ever be in danger, knowing full well it was her fathers worst knightmare she played on it and was eventually given over to his master at arms for training with the sword she chose.
At the same time she finally began to travel beyond his castle visiting nearby towns only on the condition that one of her fathers retainers would always escort her and so over time she began a secret friendship with Harvey Von Waggle that she took great pains to keep hidden lest her father dismiss him or worse in his misguided attempts to protect her.
At the age of 17 during one such trip she met and spoke to a Knight of the Ebony Gaunlet and fell in love with the tales of Knights in black armor fighting great battles and doing great deeds.
So deepy did she fall in love with those tails that several weeks later with the unwilling cooperation of her then lover Sir Harvey she snuck from the castle taking her armor and her fathers greatest gift to her a masterfully crafted broadsword that easily dwarfed her small frame decorated with an intricate pattern of roses arund the hilt and up the blade.
She left to join them accepted largely in the hope that one day she would bring her fathers wealth into the order, in the 6 months that have passed since that day she has earned the respect of those Knights who've fought with her and the devotion of a small following of men seeing instead of a woman a brave and loyal Knight that they could follow to glory.
Though she has not seen him in those 6 months Rose still remains deeply loyal to Harvey having given her heart to him the first time they lay together and her men knowing much of there shared past consider him to be a brother in her service.