Old Friends

(Character related post. This post is about Kharask, my dragonborn warlord.)

Tulvet was his name. Thought dead on that fateful day so many years ago. When the tribe found him he was not breathing, so they went about there ceremonies, honored the dead with many words and stories, and created a great fire pit to put there honored dead to rest. When tulvet was thrown into the fire many of the elders and warriors were not suprised when he crawled back out. The members of his clan and family had been adopted into the current tribe. Tulvets clan was known for there fearless attitude in battle, and there unwillingness to die. They were not very big for dragonborn, most of them never reaching 6 feet in height, but they made up for there size in tenacity and savagery in battle. Tulvet, like most from his family, had a dragon lung full of deadly acid. Tulvet was never the best warrior in his training squad. He was smaller, less strong, less agile, and less accurate. When the warlords were given warriors to control, they were given a squad of three. One of the warriors was either extremely gifted with a particular weapon, or a known defender, using shield and manuevers to protect his comrades. This was not tulvet. The second warrior was one who had a broad range of skills. One who could use javelins and other thrown weapons with accuracy, was a good melee fighter, and was good at tactical skirmishing. This was not Tulvet. The third member in the squad was handpicked from the remaining warriors by the warlords themselves. These last warriors had no real discernable skill in battle, but were willing to die for there leaders none the less. They were used as shock troops or fodder by there leaders. Kharask picked Tulvet, and there was no hesitation. Kharask was not looking for fodder, he was looking for a squad of able and durable fighters, and the warlord knew of Tulvets family. Where other saw the weakness in Tulvet, kharask saw strength, where others saw a liability, kharask saw an asset. But there was one trait that many others did not know of Tulvet or his family, not even Kharask. Loyalty. After resting most of his wounds away, Tulvet gathered what gear he could, taking a war axe and some simple scaled armor. He learned from the elders that Kharask had banished himself, and wandered into human lands. Not having coin for a boat, Tulvet gathered a few more mundane supplies and headed in the direction of Almory. His duties were not fulfilled, his obligations not upheld. Kharask's chosen warriors were supposed to be with him until death. The elders never specified how many deaths, and tulvet only had died three times so far. He would rejoin his appointed warlord. Besides, they still had one other member of there original squad to deal with.

(ok, thats just a little intro. Mr. dm, change and alter any of the above as much as you like. just a little flavor stuff to get into the feel of him)