The Madstouts. Not exactly your average, every day dwarven family, but they’re a family none the less. Known throughout Absalom as a family of merchants, the Madstouts have always traded between the great cities, as well as their original homeland within The Worlds Edge Mountains. Gaileyon’s grandfather had decided to leave their homelands, hoping to better culture their children. They wanted them to see the world, to expand the family business and to better understand the worlds outside of the Dwarven confines.
The Madstouts grew to prosper within Absalom and soon become one of the Noble houses. Their crafts adored by the mostly human population, and their armor smiths that came with were highly sought after to craft items to the Madstout standard.
Gaileyon was the official second generation Merchant within Absolam. Well... He was quick to discover that he had absolutely no knack mercantile. He was impatient, bad at math, and quick to anger… So obviously Negotiations never worked in his favor. His parents decided it be best to have him trained by his great uncle, Ganderfol, whom worked exclusively with the Pathfinder Society. His family had many trade agreements with the Pathfinders, acting as a vessel to sell their items from their wondrous adventures.
His great uncle worked diligently to train the boy. He had an extremely odd style of fighting. Ganderfol had a worse temper than Gaileyon did, but he had learned to harness his anger into a focused attack. He spend the next many years teaching Gaileyon this exact skill.
He would always get angry when people called him a ‘Barbarian’. Before moving to Absalom when Gaileyon’s grandfather beckoned him to join him in his business venture, he was a high ranking officer within his clan’s military. His regiment called themselves the ‘Warriors of madness’. They didn’t dress as your typical Barbarian, but rather in more finely adorned armors that his peoples were more known for wearing. It was easy to spot rank based upon the weight of the armor they wore.
When Gaileyon got older, his great uncle had him adorned into the Pathfinder Society. He told Gaileyon “My nephew, I am aging. There will be a day, just as your grandfather, that I will no longer be around. It is important that you take my place – but you must see the world.” Ganderfol never fully explained himself, as Gaileyon had never seen him leave with any of the Society, but he didn’t question his mentor and followed his instruction.
After a long, long journey… Magnimar awaited him. And to his new ‘culturing’, as his great uncle called it, would begin.
