Robbet Reeve's page

Robbet is a grizzled middle aged man, standing a shade under six feet, with the thick well-muscled frame of an outdoorsman. His skin is bronzed and leathery, like the bark of an old tree, from constant exposure to the elements which accentuates the hard, dangerous lines of his body.

His tanned, worn, almost sinister face is that of a man not to trifle with. His face is framed by wavy dark brown hair slowly fading to gray and a thick beard the same color.

The Reeve’s gaze appears knowing and penetrating with dark grey eyes the color of the sky right before a storm.

He has a tattoo of an naked pixie entwined by a snake on his right shoulder

Robbet has a loud booming voice like stone breaking.

Thunder pealed in the distance as a steady rain continued to fall covering the dirt road in a hazy grey mist and turning it into a muddy quagmire. In spite of the worsening weather Robbet maintained his pace, adjusting his hat, he looks through the steady downpour at his traveling companions, and is thankful for their company. There is safety in numbers when traveling along the road to the Holy City of Xanaste, he acknowledges to himself as makes a sign in the air to ward off evil spirits. Not that he was a stranger to the dangers along the road having made his living as Reeve protecting the roads along the Maidens Way in Kelvin’s Hold these past twenty years.

As he walks in the bone numbing rain his mind relaxes getting lost in the monotony of taking one step after another. His thoughts eventually find their way to the past...

His youth,

The boy, Robbet, hid deep within the bushes, close to the Knavesmire Bridge, thankful to get away from his daily chores. He smelled the horse at the same time he heard the clopping of hooves reverberate as a wagon made its way across the stone bridge. He started to peek out of his hiding spot, in order to spy on the unwary traveler, when he heard his father’s voice and froze.

”Halt,” his father’s voice boomed. It took the boy a moment to realize his father was addressing the occupant of the wagon and not him. The boy watched from the bushes as his father strong armed the exasperated merchant into parting with a salted pork shoulder and two brass pennies.

The startled lad remained frozen and watched from his concealed position while his father leaned against a tree watching the departing merchant disappear down the lane. Without looking in the boys direction his father announced, ”Lad ye can be coming out now.”

Shamefaced the boy left his bush to be educated by his father. Robbet’s father explained that what he did wasn’t stealing it was his due for keeping the roads safe. Plus, he further justified his actions by saying that the fat merchants can afford to pay a little toll in exchange for the safety the road. ”Boy there ain’t be nothin’ wrong with taking a little extra for yeself and ye family,” he admonished as they walked home….

Kelvin’s Hold,
Kelvin’s Hold is an isolated frontier barony encircled by thick trackless forests and foreboding marshes. The Holding is populated by a hardworking, but backward and superstitious, people who primarily make their living harvesting lumber and farming. There are several villages spread throughout the holding; Ramsgate, Hastings, Longford, and Hadrian’s Wall.

Robbet nervously stood as the Baron addressed him at his father’s graveside, ”As your father and his father before him I appoint you Reeve of the holding” The Baron continued, ’Tis your duty to keep the roads safe. To patrol along the Maiden’s Way which begins at the Knavesmeere in the west to Hadrian’s Wall in the east.” With a pompous air the Baron concluded, ”Pay special attention to the Great Road for it leads south to Xanaste and much trade flows along it during the annual pilgrimage.”

Robbet has been Reeve of Kelvin’s Hold for over twenty years and is known as an upright and honest protector. While others praise Robbet for his actions and compassion no one is more impressed with Robbet then Robbet himself. Those who cross him quickly find out his tongue is just as sharp as his dirk and that he has the uncanny ability to track down criminals.

six days ago,
Robbet smelled the smoke almost a mile away, and he quickened his pace, sprinting the last hundred yards to the smoldering ruin of a cottage. In the wreckage he found the charred remains of his son, daughter-in-law, and four year old grandson Ricken. The Reeve let out a primal scream and franticly looked around for the culprits trail.

The Reeve quickly found the trail and the scent of his quarry and ran after the fiends until he passed out. He awoke in the pitch of night and returned to the burnt cottage and began to dig graves for his family. Afterward he hastily wrote a note to the Baron hoping to dispatch it along the way. With his wife in the grave these past seven years and no other family to speak of Robbet gathered what belongings he could and picked up the trail of the murderers south towards Xanaste.

the present,
Robbet is startled from his reminiscing as cold water drips down his back. He adjusts his wide brimmed hat as he chides himself, Pay attention to the task at hand you old fool. He continues to trudge down the water logged road occasionally breathing deeply through his nose, Curse this rain I can’t find the scent.
The man curses his luck and looks up into the storm hoping the rain will hide his tears. With no other option he continues toward Xanaste hoping to pick of the trail of the killers.

1000 Starting RP
100RP - Basic Tier Profession (Reeve)
100RP - Intimidate Skill
100RP - Simple Ranged Skill
100RP - Scrutinize Skill
100RP - Resolve Skill
100RP - Simple Melee Skill
100RP - Menacing DemeanorTalent
100RP - +1 WB
100RP - +1 PB
100RP - +1 CB