Hunter from Monaides; "Protector of the Lowlands", "Defender of Osmail Mark"
Rogue Kit; CRD = attribute/skills=ranged;propel/exchange 1 CP for 3 action points
Character Points = 4 / Action Points = 1 / Silver 150
Aptitude: Kinetic 4
CRD 6 -1 5 lost because of shakes
Familiarity: bows, axes
Good Luck, Danger Sense, Upbringing: Rural, Poverty (half starting $), Equipment
Combat: Propel 3+2, Evade 2+1, Melee 1+1, Soak 1+1
Survival: 1, Agriculture 1, Animal Handling 1, Zoology 1+1, Tracking 2+1, Stealth 1+2, Camouflage 1+1, Jumping 1
Weapons: short bow (8 dmg/4 am), tomahawk (7 dmg/3 am), light staff (8 dmg/3 am)
Basic clothes (2 sets), nice clothes (1 set), 2 sets boots, warm wool cape, overnight pack, bedroll, cook gear (utensils, whetstone, bowl, cup, 1 pot, 1 pan), flint & tinder, lamp, 3 flasks lamp oil, 3 torches, 20m of rope, 2 belts, light tarp, 1 grease tin (waterproofing), 2 small sacks, walking stick (light staff), wine skin w/watered wine, 1 week worth of preserved rations, 1 week worth of fresh rations, mule w/saddle bags
Korvyk grew up in the Riverdan of Monaides in the Duchy of Dunstrand. His parents were farmer, and he worked as a hunter for the cousin of the Lord of Monaides. His own Lord Thostle was an acceptable ruler of his estate, but it was far out of the way of anything interesting that ever happened. Being a farmer or hunter sucks. An adventurers life has to be better than working in the fields. Being a hunter has prepared him for serving as a scout or stealthy warrior in a adventuring group. There is an emptiness in the mundane existence of a farmer… there must be something better. The many hard beatings he experienced as a child, lead to him developing a skill at soak. He was often ambushed by his drunken father and brothers which gave rise to an instinctual sense of danger.
Introduction: Anwin’s Dream Sending to the “Castle of Exiles”
After review of their Code of the Gallants, and an oath of service, he is one.
Dream 1 – Month 10, 9163:_ The bleak, mundane lands of Lord Thostle spread out in a vista without sky or cloud. In the distance, a dark red light rises over the dilapidated keep of Lord Thostle, cousin to Lord Thindle of Monaides.
Dream 2: A whispy image of some strange city is super-imposed over the aging keep of his home. Again and again, the image vanishes in the breeze only to return.