Amarti Ansin

Legend

“He grew up in mountain peak shadows… symbolised by the peak-pairs… he wore on uniform shoulders.”

“Defending and attacking… formed his life.”

~Skjald Kazumix

 

Description

Although he does seem slightly battle-worn, as a former major of the Crostyi army, as well as being honoured in the 1st Alliance, the Great Invasion, and the Cleansing Crusade, he walks, talks, and acts with dignity. Preferring to listen and observe before acting, he rarely uses a rash word, raises his voice, or escalates actions.

After the war he no longer wears the uniform as he travels the dusty roads tracking down any remaining invader or traitor. Tall, in between wiry and stocky, due to his massive arms and chest, topped with a full-grown beard and curvy hair.

Wielding a Ljost Alfar staff made of carved steelwood, a legendary artefact that when swung comes alive, able to bite off heads and limbs, one could easily mistake him for an upright-walking bear, if it were not for the elaborate clothes and attire that shine through the layers of travel dust.

Always in a merry mind, which explodes in meat and mead feasting when he meets former friends.

“Meeting him, even on the nighttime paths of Utari, instantly lifts the mood as soon as greetings are exchanged.”

~Skjald Sejrik

 

History

Fourth Age

Born in 1139 to a father who was an instrument builder and a mother who was an actress, in the village of Bavnhoej, gating the pass between Crostyis’ grand twin peaks. The main road of trade between Flaum, Fridor, and Fril, his youth was spiced with a plenitude of impressions.

Traders, artists, mercenaries, and many more passed by or shared a rest stop, tavern, or inn. Many were willing to flip a coin in exchange for guidance or aid. Thus, the value of being at service in exchange for tingling metals was his growing-up companion, and he became a skilled guide, at times even safeguarding visitors as they rested.

As his size and skills grew, it was not only the occasional visitor who benefited from his service. Returning traders, treasure- and monster hunters, as well as the small city guard, came to value his abilities as well. All to the dismay of his parents, who had hoped he would one day become a bard or skjald. But in 1152 their local skjald had ruffled the lads’ hair and said that Amarti was destined for other, greater things, and Amarti never forgot that.

So whenever trouble was brewing, he came rushing into the fray and surprise-bested many a troublemaker. In 1155, at the age of 16, he heard the sound of melee around a corner; rushing around, he stood right behind a monstrous troll-thing. Since the creature was about 3 to 4 metres tall, he had no way to defeat it in a direct confrontation, so he slid between its legs and struck its heels with two wood-carving axes. Roaring in agony, it fell forward and landed right on top of him as he flipped. As it landed on him, he buried both axes deep into its eyesockets.

Just as the assembled hauled him free of the corpse, two well-built and exceptionally well-equipped warrior-rangers came rushing around the corner as well. Weapons at hand, ready to fight, they stopped and stood wide-eyed, then looked at each other and burst into laughter. Wilson and Imacel Hensan presented themselves and talked a little with the townsfolk, and Amarti’s parents were given a reward for the monster killing to hold until Amarti returned, as they wanted to test and train this fearless lad.

In 1157, two years had passed when Amarti returned home. Taller, stronger, and wiser, he joined their city guard and turned it into a regular militia. In 1161 it was of such renown that Amarti was summoned to their local baron's castle. After discussing the area’s overall protection, Amarti was hired as a lieutenant to create militias in all the local cities, towns, and villages. 1165 saw them turned into a countrywide force, with him as captain. And in 1170, at the age of 31, he was promoted to major.

At some point Wilson came by; some say 1174, others 1176. It’s hard to tell now, the regiment’s records are gone; regardless, Amarti left service and was not seen again for 2 years. But in 1178 he did pass by again, with Imacel Hensan. They stayed only a single day, and then they travelled towards Zapri and Ye Olde Zephyrs. The story goes that they carried something that was of immense interest to Kazinghantir; some even claim it was a pair of Aquerian eggs.

Amartin stayed with Ye Olde Zephyrs for a while, but in 1230 he met with Bergon and, after a while, agreed to be Bergon’s personal guard on a dangerous trip. After their trip to The Lair, he became one of Bergons’ top advisors, if not the most trusted. It’s, though, unclear if he still is a Borgian or swapped loyalty entirely to Black Oak during the 1st Alliance. Regardless, he was sitting beside Black Oak at the victory over the Torch and was also present at the High King's coronation.

During The Great Invasion, he was seen at various locations, seemingly utilising Astravel and hunting invaders. But since the end of the Cleansing Crusade, none has seemingly seen him.

“A truly remarkable man and missed by many a comrade.” 

~Skjald Ulrich