HEIGHT: 202 cm
“Brucester, my massive wifesbane, that shall be thy name”. Where according to some old midwifes attending Brucesters problematic birth, his father’s words holding the new-born. The midwifes aiding also claim they saw the baby reach down and when laid at mother’s breast touch and stroke her gently as if saying goodbye. True or not, his intuition and empathy enabled him to read others and avoid their actions. It made him able to stand toe to toe with horrific and fear instilling opponents and beasts, dodging what would fell the normal combatant.
He told me, that as a lad he learned about tools, weather, nature, livestock and wild animals due his father being a gardener. As he had to run their shop, playing always had a tint of work or education to it. And he learned to dodge the kick of a horse, horn of a cow or goat, and the fury of boars as well. At an early age he realised he had the same skills towards the bullies always around when one is from society’s lower end. So those eager to test him or see if they could get reputation taking him down, often found themselves outmanoeuvred and bested. And should they take it sorely and go for steel or other nasty tricks, he would easily evade their attempts or take it like a tree-trunk and deliver them a fatal experience in return.
Such skills don’t go unnoticed by the highborn and while but a young lad, yet already man sized and strong as an ox, he was approached by the, who would like to hire him as bodyguard and pay him well for the task. Seeing an opportunity to climb society at his face he accepted and never again did he have to stack rocks or dig trenches. From that day his life was centred around protecting people, places or goods.
The ones I’m about to mention now, all chimed in that he was excellent at his job and as the warden travelled a lot he saw a large portion of the realm. Seemingly always with a keen eye for the crowds he learned to spot places to buy info, potions, or seek comrades that could aid with tasks. So, he became friends with Nefius, Black Oak, Regarir, Lionel and if that isn’t a feat in itself spanning that lot, far more legends are under his belt as close comrades and partners in… erhm…
Let’s have some ale…
Despite their differences, he also can count Setil, Den Godan, and Deepminded amongst those of his inner circle and he is one of those I think has the broadest palette of friends, ensuring he knows what was going on in the realm. It all really changed though, when the Warden passed away and he began various tasks for all his friends, then he became known as one of the most reliable guardians.
I once heard someone, sadly forgot who… speaking about him taking a job where he had to visit Ashenhall to escort a young lad back to Grimsborg… the lad had seemingly experienced odd-looking raiders sacking his village and while escaping was saved by , the God of Magic…
I have heard that when Brucester returned successfully to the High King’s court from some extremely important task, he was awarded an opalized shimmering full plate armour set with yellow gems, crafted by Kobold and Drakk Alfar Smiths. He was also asked if he would honour the and take the position as . The corps in Ivory Vale protecting the . This he gladly accepted and became renowned for keeping order there.
Skjald El Mary
He held the position as commander of the Holy Star Order’s military branch. When The Great Invasion hit he was one of the first to reach the main gate and block the intruders from entering. Even though several of his officers and younger comrades fell, he managed to stay alive, holding the enemies at bay and thus prevented anyone from entering.for several years, overseeing the making of the bravest corps in the realm, in constant jesting mockery with the and the
Sadly though, traitors opened some of the lesser gates at the other sides of the city, resulting in the fall of Pearlin’s capital and the sacking of the . As the day passed and he saw flames erupt from rooftops and people being thrown from ramparts, he realized the fight was in vain. So, as the suns last rays stroke his armour, he descended from the pile of dead enemies. Cutting his way through invaders he retreated back into the city and the streets he knew so well. When he reached one of the solid iron gates, he managed to pass inside and shut it locked. The he ran across the yard and passed into a hallway, and none saw him again at the .
Now he’s sometimes met at the odd paths and off roads, killing the unwary invader or traitor on his list.
Last Updated on 2022-01-17 by IoM-Christian