VE ‘THE PILGRIM’ SKUZA
BORN: 31/01 1173 in
REALM: Red Mentalism
HEIGHT: 191 cm
Born in Alchemist and a gem Merchant, he spent his childhood collecting pretty stones and shells at the beaches. At times his keen eyes spotted real treasures in the form of divine Shards or crystals from the mysterious volcano island of Mt. Vula, were so many of his parent’s customers fared to or just came from. His greatest joy was when he was allowed to sit in on bartering of this or that of his rare finds and hear his parents praise his sight and reason, as well as seeing their customer give a small nod of appreciation., eldest son of an
As he grew he started to dive in the sea and climb the steep cliffs, hunting for even more precious finds; tasks that developed his tremendous physique and agility, as well as stamina far superior to most of his kinsmen. They also where the beginning of his fighting career, as he at times had to deal with less skilled treasure hunters, who sought for an easy way to seize valuables. Most often the lucky ones of them merely got broken noses and jaws, while the unlucky was left maimed or dead.
I was in Mt. Vula. Approaching, I noticed a large group of merchants bidding high sums for something a young man sitting on a large cargo box was holding. Walking up, I noticed it was an ancient fiddle and bow, which he claimed he discovered in a dive just some hours ago. Something about him made me believe it, and I outbid every merchant as I simply had to own that ancient instrument. It’s a buy I have never regretted and it was the start of a close friendship, one of only a few others have had with the Pilgrim., the capital of as part of a meeting between and some really powerful individuals when I met the Pilgrim the first time. Having a break from discussions, I took to the docks to study life that close to
I can assure you that I never saw anyone deal with highwaymen like he did when I met him the first time. It’s no lie, that he even outshone me in dealing with the lot. When he came striding around the bend and saw them attacking me, his stride became speedier than most men’s and his leaps and slams with that mace of his… It was like seeing ravens hack chicken eggs I tell you. Once combat ready men, suddenly stared blindly out of cracked heads and toppled dead to the ground. Never have I seen such leaping-spin skills before, or since, despite all the apprentices he taught and other copyists who tried to do similar – oh, that fella was divine that day in.
And I do pride myself that it was me who brought him along to the Black Oak the first time, firing off what would be the greatest pair in the realms history. And I bet that’s why they built me that tavern outside their gates, to honour me proper.in and then to . Where he met
Its said that when Skjald Ulrich bought that fiddle he took the young man along and presented him to the counsel group. Where Black Oak, the King they worked to elevate to High King, invited him to a party amongst real close friends later that evening. Where Pilgrim ended up duelling Den Godan, Latinoor and Setil whom he bested, and only Boneman and Polski are said to come out upper handed. Some of them have told me that it was the youngsters natural combat skills and demeanor that made them all agree to offer him a position as law and rules enforcer for the coming High King.
An offer I’m certain he saw more as an opportunity to travel the realm, meet all kind of people and learn what new skills he could find, than a clearance to crack as good as any skull he felt deserve it. Anyways he accepted and some of them have told me, that beside the frequent missions to settle things and resolve dues, they know he stayed at various households, often in disguise, to learn as much about the lords and Organisations of The Realm as possible. So, I’m sure much of his present solitude is due to what he had to endure during all those missions.
Before… the High Kings round face got that golden circlet and feathered helmet… Mortican, the Pilgrim, the Enforcer, the Doctor… went from Diver of the deep and climber of cliffs, to of Ye Olde Zaphirs…
And my great god, he is said to have brought along half ofharbour lads… leaving the rest to work double and swelling ranks so that their longboats almost sank when sailing out… It’s said to have been the greatest of their times…
Times that became time… foundation for howand should be done… with but a single casualty or two most battles brought cattle’s… and but little whimper and wriggling of hands…
In Ye Oldes lands… ye ye skilled he was…
The Pilgrim changed his mantle from Stallari of and became Enforcer of the High King. I’m certain it was not at the crowning, because some reliable persons told me that he wore colours that day and stood amongst the closest of friends and official allies, and not at the other side, with the new staff and court liaisons. They claim to remember this clearly, as he at some point exchanged hard words with one of the other elders, but it’s unclear which it was. At the next meeting, if any at all I have to try pry towards the date.
It darn odd, suddenly seeing them elders all lose their stiff upper lips when that bold lad told that old whispering high-hat a truth or two. Something about the stupidity in sending weak sons to war, just because they were high-born, when much more prepared and eager low-born where ready to do a far better job. So, less mothers would cry and wither due to pointless losses. Despite my fabulous hearing, the crowd noise was such that I couldn’t hear. But it was bad, and I’m sure that was the crack that made the boat split.
And it wasn’t long before the Pilgrim took his leave and wandered out Grimsborgs main gate, with mace, staff and that darn bird of his… it even did me one shoe as they passed and I offered a gentle jest.
I think I met him half a year before the invasion, when I passed by Fogwald I realized it long since I had spoken with Deepminded, so I took shelter for the night at . Deepminded was a welcoming host as always, an introduced me to five persons she thought I should befriend. I already knew one though, and it was the former High King Black Oak.
All at age and some most certainly quite old, the seemingly youngest rose and introduced himself as the Pilgrim, one as Meanbone, one as Kaziganthi, one as Woodmaster and finally Black Oak, which he commented that he thought I already knew. Hearing those names, seeing them at the same table, especially at the , I took the offer and benched myself.
It became a long night in great company, an embracing morning in the arms of an emphatic and caring man, and it was only late that next day’s evening they bade me farewell -and they all rode off, leaving me looking long, at a cloaked back slowly disappearing in the high grass.
Staying at the Great Invasion, I experienced several great champions emerging from the weird mirrors in Zizu’s great hall. I never examined those mirrors at close range though, as I once saw a rather unpleasant clawed arm trying to grab a hold of the outside frame and drag its owner out. But one of the champions was the Pilgrim, who mentioned he came directly from Grimsborg. As I know of no Teleport Site are near Grimsborg, I assume the High King had one or more mirrors as well. He was there only briefly, talking privately with Zizu and Meanbone.at the time of
From the raised hallway chatter by nobles and officers running around, I realized Grimsborg had been attacked by some odd frog-faced enemies and that Zizu and Meanbone both would raise their armies and sail to help. The news that arrived later that day about the attacks on the and the in , sent waves of shock and disbelief through the already confused people roaming around shouting orders and checking storages.
It was my first trip through the Astral, and it was far easier than I thought, despite the length. And from descriptions I actually think I met the Pilgrim there at the many paths of the Astral. But it was a mere glimpse and then he was gone. As I knew Ulrich was at and I had no use for Shards if I died I used all I had in the jumps. So, at Aragon’s orders to bring news about the attack of to either the High King, Skjald Ulrich or Zizu, I choose to travel to two of the mentioned.
I was quite surprised to see all the fuss at Skjald Ulrich's expression when we shared news, because attacks at both academies, the andGrimsborg, told of an invasion far larger and way more severe than anyone could imagine., and I must surely have matched
He is the swiftest attacker of all the Human.