Johnathon Merker's page

Going ahead with the character as a fisherman. All stats are in the profile.

Johnathon does not know much about the parents that brought him into the world, Old Heinrich only ever tells him they were dear friends from his more wild past. Instead, all John knows is Old Heinrich, how to hit someone in a bar fight, and how not to die on the Black, that last being the most important.

Old Heinrich, John's adoptive father of sorts, is a dwarven fisherman who supplies the local miners with meals when they come up for air. John has grown up his whole life mending nets and salting stews right next to the old blow hard, and been mostly content with it all. Every now and then John will take his meager savings to the tavern in Huthran and proceed to drink them away while attempting to impress one girl or another. Invariably this will lead him into conflict with some boyfriend or father, and quite a few thrashings have taught the young man how to hold his own in a fight.

Lately John has been spending time reading a manual found among his parents belongings, an heirloom that he is only newly aware that Heinrich had been holding on to. Strangely it is from the city of Tannis, a city many miles across the sea. It depicts the training regime of the royal guard, men and women well known for their ability to kill intruders with their bare hands as no weapon is allowed within the inner sanctum of the ruling council. He has also found that his father may have been some kind of crafter of potions and salves, though the the particulars are lost on the boy. When asked, Heinrich has made it clear that the boy should leave such things alone and be happy that no one wishes to take him away. John may had assumed that admonishment had been on the level of the bogies stealing his breath if he didn't make his bed every morning but now he was not so sure. Either way, he was not worried, if anyone tried to hurt him or anyone he cared about he would show them one for.

John is the youngest of his friends, and tries to make up for that by taking on risks he normally wouldn't. He is very orderly in the things he does, his life has depended on the rigging and sails being just so in a storm enough times to drill the importance of following rules.

He stands at only five and a half feet, but he makes up for it with the kind of muscle and tan that only years of working out in the open will give you. His clothing is well mended and built for function more than looks, and the boy is most often seen barefoot unless the weather has dropped to freezing.

It especially hurts when you look over all the really good entries you are up against and you have to hope that the DM has looked over your collected works and finds something that appeals to his particular tastes that he doesnt find in the piles of other collected works.

I say he gets us all in a pit, tosses a knife in, and the last two standing get the spots.

Bright morning light filters in to the establishment as the staff go about getting the place up and running. The old barkeep manages to wake the snoring fop in the corner with a bucket of dirty mop water. Sputtering to life, our young lad tries to find his dignity. "What is it... I was just resting my eyes. Oh by the Key who turned on the sun so early, must be feeding it the good oil." Dishevelled appearance and hung over eyes not withstanding, John seems to benone the worse for wear. [/b]"Any chance at a bit of something to take the edge off and quell the stomach, it seems to be attempting to secede... ahh no I don't think I have any hard coin left for this. Don't I have any left in your care? Spent it all last night, hmm. Well yes I couldanswer a few questions... no it is no trouble, my life is an open book. Well a bit of bacon never hurts."[/b]

A few minutes and a glass of ale later. "Taldan my friend, noble house of Merker. We were home to some of the greatest sages of all time, good bankers too. Fine education and firm bank accounts, had it all. Managed to get a little training from a hedge wizard who specializedin the art of conjuring. Yep, that is how I got Mortimer my butler. No he isn't exactly a demon or angel, more of an extra planar idea given form... not sure what he is getting out of the deal. He just said he was here to serve, and I couldn't find any major pitfalls in the contract. The rambling speech is cut short by a simple question, one that brings a look of pain to the young noble's face. "Well you see, that is mostly my fault. I fell in love with a young lady from the house of Terrad, oh but she is a beauty. Well her father found out and cried bloody murder. Oh no, she was promised to another... so was I when you get down to it, but we are in love so I am going to chance it. Wiped us out in the courts, soiled her virtue and broke both arangements in one night. Her father has given me an impossible task as it were,. I have two years to amass a wealth more massive than the whole of our houses combined, than I will be given the hand of my beloved Elaina. So I am moving through these lands looking for ancient ruins in search of some grand object of immense power so that I may restore my house's good fortunes and be worthy of my lovely angel's affections.

In no particular order.

2 years of pbp.

John is a foppish nobleman who has never had to work a day in his life, unfortunately his family lost one of the many Taldan power struggles and was forced in to exile. Only knowing the hand full of spells that he has mastered, and the ability to summon forth his arcane butler Mortimer, our reluctant hero has set forth to find any item of power to help bring his family back to a place of prominence among the powers that be.

"Ya wan ta know why I'm here drinking in dis pubs...*Erp* les me tell ya."Johnathon swings wildly with with the already down tankard of ale, the fifth or tenth that he had consumed... but who was counting."Jus passing ttue.. fruue... ergh MORTIMER TELL THE STORY" The tall man, dressed in the immaculate clothing of an important manservant, steps forward. His plain features are only put to the lie by his shining forehead mark, shared by his master, in the form of a child's yellow sun and rainbow in crayon. The slithering voice seems to slowly wind its way through the mind of all that can hear it."The young master has found himself displaced from his proper place and cast out among the riffraff. As such he is moving through these lands in search of adventure and his fortunes. A mighty wizard, he will no doubt bring prestige and glory to these tiny rural lands. As his power grows, his wealth will spill forth and enrich the pedestrian lives of every backwards hickhole that his shoes shall bring him through. To court his favor will be to court future success as he returns from his adventures, he shall remember those who were a friend to him along his journey." The young master perks up from his half stupor to add to this diatribe. "Damn right, I will pour forth my power and shower my friends in my enrichment..." At this point his lordship passes out on the table and his bound servant fades out from view.

Still working on affixing a tone in my head but we should be ready soon.

Working on this master summoner, noble from taldor, somewhat lazy, his eidolon is a butler.