About Durnolf Banderswel
The man before you cuts an impressive figure, clad in shining armor, a two-handed axe strapped to his back, sitting astride a great shaggy beast of a wolf. It's not until you remember your surroundings that you notice that despite being mounted, this man still isn't eye to eye with the bar patrons surrounding him, but he's drinking in their attention even more than their ale. He catches you staring and motions you over to join the group.
"Lad, you look like you could use a good stiff drink. Come over here and buy me one and I'll tell you about the time I slew a dragon by choking it with it's own intestines."
The halfling is almost as hairy as his wolf, with the halfling's coat of fur two shades redder than the wolf's and just starting to silver at the temples. His face is reddened with drink, framed by shaggy muttonchops, and prominently features the bushiest moustache you've ever seen on a non-dwarf. He smiles as freely as he tells wild tales.
"M'boy, you have the pleasure of drinking tonight with Sir Durnolf Banderswel and his many friends. Let me tell you, lad, that friends are plentiful when the drink flows free and the stories are good, but they'll scarper soon as the weather turns dark. What you need about you is a good pack who'll stick it through, the true friends. True friends are a knight's true strength, lad, don't you forget it!"
His clothes and armor are bright and well-kept, scale mail topped by a white surcoat patterned with dozens of small blue flowers. But it's obvious upon closer inspection that the clothes are roughly spun and the armor is old and likely second-hand. If this man was ever a famous knight in high favor, those days are past, but he soldiers on in high spirits.
"You ask if I'm from Cheliax, lad? An accent, you say? Do I look like some sort of downtrodden slave to you? I won't hear of it! But I might have been there once, and I'll tell you about the time I tousled with that Queen Abby if you buy me another round, that I will! You're right though, I'm not from around these parts, but you set up where you feel welcome and that's where you plant your feet, that's what you do.
His stories continue and grow wilder still, but with enough plausible truth sprinkled in here and there that it's hard to tell where the line is between truth and tale sometimes. He presents it all with such enthusiasm that it's hard not to get swept up in the telling. Eventually he saunters over, gripping a chair for support once on the way over as he nearly tips over from the drink. His wolf is settled down happily gnawing on a soup bone.
"Now lad I hear from my friends that you might be looking to hire some protection, and if that's indeed what you're looking for then you've come to the right man. If your cause is right and your gold is good, I'm sure you'll find me to be quite reasonable. Now I can see from your face that you're concerned because of my size. Don't worry, I'm used to that, boy. He motions to the wolf. But don't underestimate Ruckus and I here, we're more than a match for any thugs that might mean you ill, and a bite or an axe from low enough can catch any of the big folk in a right sensitive area. We've got plenty of experience dishing out that, we do! So what say you buy me another drink and we can discuss just what it is you had in mind?
total encumbrance: 29.5/49.5 lb
Ruckus the Wolf
Total Encumbrance: 53/75 lbs light load
Durnolf Banderswel (65.5 lbs loaded)
Total Encumbrance w/ Durnolf: 118.5/150 lbs medium load
Durnolf was a Chelaxian slave for most of his life, an animal handler and then kennel master at a Chelaxian outpost. He read heroic stories about knights when he could get his hands on them, all the while surrounded by many knights who defied the descriptions in the stories and a scant few who came close to upholding them. He was eventually free by agents of the Bellflower network and spent a time repaying them by assisting more slaves out of Cheliax. At this point he considers himself semi-retired and ventured out of Cheliax to get some distance between himself and the persecutions of the Chelaxians, only to find him somewhat settled in Kaer Maga. He makes his way now as a low-level bodyguard for the downtrodden and any others he finds worthy of his support, accepting whatever payments those he helps are able to provide.