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1 post. Alias of Mike Kimmel.

About Branwyn of Tisbury

Female human barbarian 1
CG medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +5


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +2 Dex, +2 shield)
wound points 26; wound threshold 13; vigor points 12
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +1


Speed 30 ft.
Melee longsword +4 (1d8+3/19–20) or gauntlet +4 (1d3+3) or lance +4 (1d8+3/×3)
Ranged dagger +3 (1d4+4/19–20)
Special Attacks rage (4 rounds/day)


Str 16, Dex 14, Con 13, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 16
Feats Mounted Combat, Power Attack
Skills Diplomacy +5, Handle Animal +4, Heal +2, Knowledge (nobility) +6, Perception +5, Ride +3, Survival +5
Languages zz, zz (illiterate)
SQ drawback (dependent), fast movement, traits (axe to grind, civilized [Knowledge (nobility)], ease of faith [Diplomacy])
Favored Class barbarian (+1 skill point/level)


heavy wooden shield
hide armor with gauntlets
courtier's outfit
combat-trained light horse
barbarian's kit
--belt pouch
--flint and steel
--iron pot
--torches (10)
--trail rations (5 days)
common riding kit
--bit and bridle
--saddle blanket
--2 days' worth of feed for a mount

The first time she disappointed her father, Branwyn had yet to be born. The midwife declared that the mother could not be saved. The second time she disappointed him came moments later, when he saw that she was a girl.

Branwyn's entire adolescent life would be spent trying to prove herself to her father. With her mother dead and no sisters to speak of, her only role-models were here five older brothers. At first they were loathe to include her in their activities--training in the yard, hunting, playing at war--but when she proved just as capable as any of them with all manner of painful implements, most notably her fists, they reconsidered.

It was not until she grew to a more marriageable age that her father put an end to her more martial pursuits, insisting that she "start to behave like a real woman." Branwyn did not speak to her brothers for weeks, ashamed that they would never again be able to treat her as one of them. She internalized and quashed her need to be accepted by her father, but anger and determination slowly replaced her self-doubt. Over the years she gradually gained her father's acceptance by pursuing what was proper--matters of court and diplomacy. These activities were joyless for Branwyn, but she was slowly beginning to accept that they were the only thing that anyone would ever allow her to excel at.

The brigands changed everything.

Word of a sudden attack on his sons reached Lord Tisbury's ears near dusk; they were out hunting, but had been waylaid in the woods. He rode out with his scant few guards, but Branwyn rode out faster. She knew the woods, the secret paths. She slew the bandits who held her brothers captive, down to the last man, hunting him through the forest and offering him mercy up to the point when he stabbed her as she was binding his wrists. She cut off his head in return.

Her injuries were many and her recovery long-lived, but Branwyn's father treated her differently thereafter. In time, the people of Tisbury brought back the old joke that their Lord in fact had six sons, and no daughters at all.

And so it was with all six of his children that Lord Tisbury rode out to the battle of St. Albans.

Only one of them would return.


Branwyn may never have been the strongest of her siblings, but no one who has ever met her gaze has admitted to seeing any weakness there. Wherever she goes, she constantly seems out of place: on the battlefield because she is a woman, and at court because she doesn't seem to care that she is a woman. Branwyn is 5'8" and 160 lbs., with brown hair and eyes.


While she can be reserved and thoughtful, Branwyn has spent many years stowing pent-up anger, and it occasionally manifests as biting remarks and frustration, especially when she is criticized for "trying to be a man." In rarer occurrences, and especially during battle, she will let her anger and passions burst forth like a weapon, attempting daring feats of strength and ignoring painful wounds.

Branwyn is bold, passionate, and proud. While her father and brothers were Christian--as is she--Branwyn also pursued Paganism while growing up as a means of staying connected with her mother. Branwyn knows little about her save for the fact that she was Pagan. She accepts each religion as part of her identity.