About Brax Dougan
Brax Dougan (Clan Dougan, Of The Hill People)
Coins & Gems
Armor Proficiency: light armor, medium armor, heavy armor, shields
Personality: I have a crude sense of humor.
Three years ago, Highcastle suddenly came under attack from an unlikely enemy: a white dragon singled out the home of Olidya Ruestav, a reclusive former adventurer. The dragon had already razed Olidya’s home and slain her when the group arrived. Mounting a charge against the beast, Brax found himself overcome with dragonfear, and found himself unable to follow his comrades into battle. The dragon fled the scene, clutching a sword in her claws but not before unleashing its breath weapon of icy death, killing three members of the company and injuring five others.
The psychological impact of losing people under his command took its toll on Brax as he continued to relive the tragedy in his nightmares. He resigned his commision in the company, stopped working in his father’s shop and sought solace in the bottle. He quickly ran through what little money he had and eventually became homeless. Trying to pull himself out of the gutter, he convinced a passing caravan to hire him on as an extra guard and thus began a new career as a caravan guard, but what money he made was quickly spent either on booze or replacements of clothing and equipment.
Recently, the wayward dwarf found himself in the city of Scornubel at the end of his most recent contract-for-hire. Paid late and looking for a watering hole to tie one on, Brax stumbled upon a gang of street thugs armed with clubs and chains surrounding a middle-aged human male in resplendent plate armor and wielding a longsword and shield decorated with the gauntleted symbol of Torm. Not thinking twice, Brax came to the aid of the man in distress and together, they were able to drive away the street gang. The man, Ontharr Frume, thanked his rescuer and offered to reward him for his effort, which Brax took him up on immediately in the form of all the hard liquor he could drink in one night. At first appalled at this act of self-debauchery, Ontharr quickly realized that it only masked a deeper level of pain, horror, or both. Through the last few weeks, a very tense relationship between slowly grew to one of mutual respect to a budding friendship. Recognizing his military prowess, Ontharr helped Brax to find work with the city watch and in turn and Brax returned the favor by passing his history of Moradin and other dwarven worship of faiths to Ontharr. Brax, despite his difference in years and his drinking habit, has come to admire what Ontharr stands for both as a man and his devotion to his faith. During their last conversation together, Brax told Ontharr his tale of the white dragon that attacked Highcastle and the sword that the dragon purloined from its foray into the city. While Ontharr neither passed judgement nor offered forgiveness for Brax, he wisely conveyed that while such an event could make the first easy step toward a road of living misery, it could also be the first tough step on a path to self-redemption. Piqued by Brax’s dragon story, Ontharr confided in Brax of reports of increasing dragon activity near Greenest. While unable to go himself, Ontharr offered to pull strings to get Brax a leave of absence from his city guard duties if he would travel to Greenest on a reconnaissance mission to verify these reports. Not willing to say no to someone he’s come to look up to and admire, Brax accepted the mission.