Arven Freeson's page

Heavy Flail +6 1d10+6 19-20 x2
Heavy Flail PA +5 1d10+9 19-20 x2
Longbow +4 1d8 x3

CMD modifiers
Disarm/Trip with flail
+8

On The Payroll: Having worked as an escort for Professor Lorrimor on one of his expaditions into Belkzen Starting GP +150.
Reactionary: Taken as a slave as a child by the orc tribes of Belkzen he became quite accustomed to incoming abuse. +2 Initiative bonus.
Battle Hardened: +1 CMD
Prefered Class Fighter: +1 Skill Point per level
Eyes and Ears of the City: +1 to perception, makes it a class skill

WP: Simple, Martial
AP: All + Shields
Power Attack
Weapon Focus: Heavy Flail

Trained
Craft: Armor - 7
Craft:Bows - 7
Craft:Weapons - 7
Ride - 7
Survival - 6
Perception - 7

none

Coins
PP:
GP:11
SP:6
CP:9

Weapons
Heavy Flail
Longbow
20 arrows

Armor
Breastplate

Gear
Backpack
Bedroll
Blanket
Flint and Steel
Beltpouch
Waterskin
Mess Kit
Grooming Kit
Gear Maintenance Kit
Waterproof Sack
Soap 1/2 lb
Tabard
2 Traveller's Outfits
6 Rations
Artisans Tools (Fletcher)
Masterwork Artisans Tools (Armorer)
Masterwork Artisans Tools (Weaponsmith)

Carry Capacity
Light - 100
Medium - 200
Heavy - 300

Current Load - 98.5

This squat and hefty hobgoblin moves with a suprisingly civilized grace uncharacteristic of his kind. He lacks the swagger or strut of his more arrogant kin.

He most often hides himself behind layers of armor and cloth, wearing a visor and gloves to diminish the obviousness of his nature. The quality of his gear marks him as a guardsman of moderate means but he clearly bears the scars and callouses of someone who is familiar with weapons work and combat. The only distinction in his dress is an old faded tabard of a now ended line of Lastwall knights.

Arven does not recall his birthname, nor his bloodkin. During the earliest portion of his life he was taken from the warcamp in the Kodar mountains where his people were raiding the orcs. Despite the brutality of life as a slave to orcs he managed to survive. As he grew his resilience and resourcefulness marked him as a useful slave and he even came to thrive somewhat. Due to his value he was often traded as a commodity or stolen as bounty and was moved from tribe to tribe across Belkzen. At the age of 5 he finally ended up in a orc hold near Lastwall.

This hold had been greatly successful in raiding Lastwall in recent months and the ranks of its slaves were swollen with the people of that land. This brought the wrath of a knight captain out of Castle Firrine down upon them and he rode in with 50 men and laid waste to orc hold in a daring raid, freeing the slaves. Upon discovery of the small hobgoblin child upon return to the castle many were disgusted. They saw him as little better than the orcs and many pushed to have him driven out of outright killed. But the Knight Captain was a man of honor and compassion and could no more punish the child for his heritage than he could any other innocent. To put the issue to rest once and for all he adopted him and took him into his own household. He gave him the name of Arven Freeson.

The young boy thrived in the order and ceremony of a military upbringing and strove to prove his worth to the man who treated him as a son. He studied diligently and did so gladly. He was submitted to the local barracks at the early age of 10 and quickly surpassed even those of priviledged birth whom had the benefit of tutors from and early age. There was much envy and distrust rife in those days, despite his fathers station. At the completion of his training he was selected to serve his fathers unit as a squire. This posting was most covetted and after three years his efforts earned him the distinction of an officers commision in the cavalry.

This commission was contingent on his completion of the officers training at one of the military academies in Vigil. With trepidation he packed his bags and headed off, as his father watched him go with pride. Here again he excelled and once again the insidious envy of his peers brought him to grief. This time it struck in keeping grave news from him. In the second year of his training his father was taken in a raid and the orcs staked him out alive for the crows so that he might suffer. The officers in charge decreed his rescue impossible, in small part due to difficulty but largely because of their dislike for him and his son.

Arven did not discover this until he returned home after his third year. To add insult to injury the officer in charge assigned him to permanent stable duty. Neither event alone would have challenged his loyalty but together they drove him to confront those responsible. While the confrontation was bloodless it did lead to his dishonorable discharge. He quickly packed and left the only home he had ever known. He made his way as a guardsman for hire, whereupon he met Professor Lorrimor. He came to like the old man and saw him as a kind and wise mentor. While Arven holds that child exploitation and any other kind of slavery is abhorent he faces other moral issues with mild apathy.

Arven's Creed

Keep your gear in well made order.
Open an eye to the Belkzen border.

Always your weapon near at hand.
An eye open for bandit band.

Your comrades backs to watch each night,
Never leave them in a fight.

Guard the merchant for more than gold,
It's Abadar's work or so I've been told.

Slaves and like their masters foil,
Though freedom brings its own harsh toil.

The bully stands to be layed low,
A tyrants blood should be made to flow.

As for the rest they aren't our concern,
The gods will sort them in their turn.

And when the cards have all been read,
The beast of war needs to be fed.

Swing the flail over head.
Make the orcs and bandits dead.

Thresh their hide like a farmers grain,
They never ken a soldier with a brain!