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About Andare Windwalker

Favourite Classes: Monk/Rogue

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Skills (skills where points have been spent and all bonuses included):
Acrobatics - 6, Climb - 5, Escape Artist - 6, Knowledge (History) - 5, Knowledge (Religion) - 5, Perform (Oratory - Storytelling) - 8, Perform (Sing) - 5

Feats: Skill Focus (Oratory - Storytelling), Improved Unarmed Strike, Stunning Fist, Deflect Arrows, Weapon Finesse

Equipment: Monks Outfit x3, Backpack x1, Bedroll, Flint & Steel, Belt Pouch, Rope, 10 Days Rations, Waterskin, Torch x3, Money Purse, Bandolier w/ 10 Shurikens

Gold: 10 gp (remainder of funds donated to charity)

Background:

When most children remember their childhood, they think of love, fun, happiness. I remember only pain, misery and suffering. I was born to unknown parents who I know not if they are alive or dead. My first memory is of a whip, burning the skin off my back.

A slave. That is what I was, from an early age. Enslaved by a group known as the Scarlet Kings ruled over by a vicious half-orc Barbarian called Vaarkul Skullcruncher. Me and my fellow slaves toiled on fields, in mines, and in service to these fiends. In return we were given little food, beatings and death.

My fellow slaves. They who despised me for my elven ears. My elven eyes. I was different to them, and in their eyes as bad as the slavers.

My fondest memories of those days were hearing the stories told around the small fires were allowed to have. Of epic battles, goodly kings and a strange thing known as freedom.

When I turned 14 (as far as I could tell), I was taken from the camp. I was to be sold to a wealthy businessman who had obscure tastes in slaves. I wonder if he ever wondered where I ended up?

Garret Kinblade. That was the name of my saviour. A middle aged man stopping a party of thugs and demanding their surrender. How they laughed. Oh, how they died under Garrets fists.

It turned out that Garret and fellow companions of a faction known as the Andoran Faction, had been planning a strike against the Slavers for weeks. Garret spotted me being taken out, and decided to rescue me. He saved me.

The slavers were defeated to a man - almost. Vaarkul Skullcrusher managed to escape.

But I was free.

Garret Kinblade was a Monk, who had turned to the order after a shady life. He offered me two choices: he would help me find my family, or I could learn from him the ways of the Monk.

Family? As far as I was concerned, Garret was my only family.

So for the past 15 years, I have followed Garret's teachings. I have learned how to make the fist the deadliest weapon, how wisdom beats brawn and that this world needs people to make a stand. I also heard so many new wonderful songs and tales.

I also learned some of the tricks of the trade from Garret of his previous days - how to stay in the shadows, how to escape chains, how to pick locks. I would never lose my freedom again.

Now my training is complete - in a way. I now venture into the world on my own, to train myself and in time train another. Garret has given me contacts within the Andoran Faction to call upon so I may help them end slavery as they ended mine. Garret also says he has found information on Vaarkul which he intends to follow. I wish him the best of luck, and hope the foul beast will meet his end.

Now I live my life...