Symbaroum - Descent into Ambria
Orlan of the House Daar
"I am Panser! You have my word!"
Orlan, of the House Daar
Race: Human (Ambrian)
Two-handed force (novice)
Dagger 1D4 (short)
Two-handed sword 1D12
Fortified chainmail 1D8 (Impeding)
Defense 6 (dodge) or 7 (shield)
Pain Threshold 8
Pouch with soil from the family residence in the south
weapon maintenance kit
1 thaler and 5 shillings
Gleaming silver (corruption: 0)
You are the youngest son of a – besides you – extinct house of nobility. The estates and your relatives perished in the Great War; you were accepted into the ranks of the Queen’s Pansars, thanks to your skills and your family name.
After a time of service you have had enough of patrols and drills, and have resigned from the knights’ guard in order to find a purpose in life, perhaps even the strength to rebuild your house from its ruined state.
You may very well have stayed behind in Alberetor as a member of the rearguard while the Queen and her people traveled over the mountains, possibly because you have a hard time leaving the tombs and lands of your family. Bartolom and Ansel can be old acquaintances of yours, maybe from the battlefield during the last clashes of the Great War.