"I Kenbramesh of sound mind and body care to write down my thoughts over the recent events that transpired in my recent home of Sargento. I had moved my family from Arbanye in hopes of finding respite and tranquility. In it's stead I founf nothing but tragedy.
That was a good start he thought to himself.
Kenbramesh corked his ink bottle, and folded up the parchment and quill. In the distance; sounds of warhorns. Sounds of a new battle that was yet over. He looked at his family who seemed ready for the fight.
Arndy The Artful: Skilled in the use of magics. It was said that with his skill and talent as a pictomage was beyond reproach.
Anyu Akim The Blowhard: The ex-wife and half banshee. Possessed vocal abilities that could charm the quietest beast or blow them away with the roar of a lion.
Corlenn the Tactician: Friend and comrade. Skilled in planning and application; though possessed the greater talent of humor to disarm his foes; though was known for being quite a layabout.
Sidhe Den the Purifier: The current wife and a skilled maiden in both combat and holy magic. Blessed with the innate ability to clense the scum of villany and evil, though she possessed a taint of it herself.
And the children
Lake the Aquatic: Daughter and wielder of aquamancy, though untrained and often used with disastrous effects.
Layam the Sketch: The daughter of Anyu, raised by Kenbramesh, but training in pictomagecy. Has great talent but often forgot the basics.
This was his family. Next to Anyu was Wyrmtunge Largisse; a cunning orcish female who seemed to whisper things in his ex wife's ear. Of what; he could not say, but he would have guessed that they were nothing good.
Kenbramesh looked down at his trusty weapon. A weather worn ax, forged by Ceres the Craftsman; a blacksmith from Roebuck. The weapon had served him well, and even with it's dull black mithril color; it had never failed him. This night would be no different.
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