Race: Human
Culture: Thaian
Personality: Zealous, wrathful, sadistic
Personal coat-of-arms: Per pale Azure and Or, bearing a rose Gules.
Allegiance: Banor, the Gods of Good and the Red Rose.
Defining traits:
Faithful Blade - Burning with a devout fervor, this character will not rest until the world is cleansed of all Zathrothites.
Loyal Retainer - Lacking any personal estate, this character lives by the favor of patrons through steadfast service.
Familial Kinslayer - This character is known to have slain a family member before a formal trial took place.Background:
Born to a Blademaster of the Guardian Nomads, the twins Sidney and Myrwen were raised within the safety of Wolftower’s walls. Their upbringing was shaped by duty and religious doctrine, and they sometimes accompanied their father on his rangings to learn how to track and kill wild warriors who preyed on travelers of the roads.
One fateful day, the three of them got captured in an ambush by a coven of witches in the Green Claw Swamp. How the twins escaped the ordeal was a mystery, but they returned to the Wolftower without their father, forever changed. While Myrwen chose to study the natural arts, Sidney followed their late father’s path to knighthood.
The nomad king Lonewolf, their father’s liege, sent Myrwen to the druids of Carlin and kept Sidney as his personal squire. He offered no warmth or care, only discipline, and the young squire learned to harden in place of grieving. Outside battles and training yards, stories on Banor’s heroic deeds occupied most of Sidney’s time, who sought them for spiritual clarity rather than comfort.
A decade later, when the time came to earn the spurs of knighthood, Sidney chose to venture deep into the Green Claw Swamp to find the trail of the murderous witches. It led to an aged, lonely woman, commanding from atop a hill, hosting an army of amazons and valkyries. At the witch’s side stood Myrwen, excited to be reunited with her twin.
The witch made no move to harm the squire. Instead, she smiled and opened her arms in a warm welcome, ready to embrace her child who had come home at last.
Long ago, a handsome young man came to visit the witch at night. It left her yearning for more. For years the witch courted her lover, offering gifts of life, immortality and great fame. The handsome man readily took her gifts, but refused her hand in marriage. You are a creature of the dark, the handsome man said, I cannot.
The next time he came to visit would be his last.
It dawned on Sidney then, though this loathsome heretic had stained their honour, she was their mother after all. Was not blood thicker than water?
And so, the young squire decided, and the witch's welcoming embrace was met by the hard steel of the sanctified blade.
When the tear-streaked Myrwen saw Sidney’s burning eyes as the bloodied sword raised a second time, she turned and fled into the wild swamps.
With their mother’s severed head mounted on the wall of the Wolftower, Sidney knelt before the nomad king, shedding tears of joy to have completed the difficult test. The pleasure of being hailed as a knight in Banor’s service was exhilarating.
Time to follow Myrwen’s trail before it ran cold.
Wayfarer of the Guardian Nomads
