Ganelon

Half-orc, Rune Knight Fighter

Criminal

CHARACTER SHEET

Ganelon has brown skin, long black dreadlocks, and intense green eyes. He's a hulking yet agile man. He wears rune-inscribed armor, and carries two distinctive weapons: a wicked greataxe, and an oversized greatsword he calls "the Iron".

Birth and childhood

Lenore was a half-orc prostitute in the town of Telios. She was a good-natured person and many of her clients enjoyed her company just to talk at times.

One of her regular customers was a large northern merchant, who visited Telios once a year on business. The man was a rune smith, a rare type of blacksmith capable of carving magical runes. The blood of the giants was in his veins and his golden beard was his pride.

Lenore was usually very careful to take the right potions when needed, so as not to be burdened by a child, but as fate would have it, maybe the potion didn't work, maybe she forgot to take it, nine months after the last visit of the northman, Ganelon was born.

The boy had the dark skin of his mother's human half, combined with the toughness of orcs. From his father, he had inherited deep green eyes.

Lenore did not keep Ganelon a secret, but the northern man had no intention of marrying her, and neither did she. But when he came to see her once a year, he always spent some time with the boy, to teach him how to forge and carve runes. Ganelon was eager to learn a profession and showed great talent. One day, when Ganelon was 12, the northener gave him a blacksmith's hammer. That was the last year he visited Telios. Ganelon never met him again.

Teen years

But not all of the brothel's clients were gentle giants. There were merchants and travelers, but also mercenaries and criminals. Ganelon earned some coins by fixing horseshoes and sometimes armor for clients, and occasionally stealing from them while they were "busy".

What he stole, he sold to the local thieves' guild. It was then that he began to hang out with bad company. The happiest years of his life, actually.

Drinking, gambling, prostitutes, his "friends" knew how to have fun. What they needed, they stole. What they could not steal, they bought with the proceeds of their thefts. And what they couldn't buy, they took by force. His orc blood, combined with his father's massive build, and years spent at the forge, had made Ganelon a large, muscular man who wasn't afraid to use his fists when intimidation wasn't enough.

At the age of 15 he left the brothel and joined the guild as a full member as an executor. He indulged in his habits, earning a reputation as a drinker, gambler, and brute.

Adult life

Years passed and Ganelon ended up into slavery. According to the laws of Telios, he was send to a royal forge. The chief jailer recognized his skills as a blacksmith and used Ganelon to produce high-quality weapons that he would sell at great profit. In return, Ganelon would be given protection and permission to conduct illegal fights in the prison.

Ganelon put his great strength and skill with all kinds of weapons to good use , winning several fights. Above all, unbeknownst to the head jailer, he began to 'fix' the fights to maximize his profit.

Apparently, the head jailer got wind that something was happening and decided to teach Ganelon a lesson. When Ganelon received a visit from one of Lenore's colleagues who informed him that his mother had been killed, he lost his mind.

Over the years he had forged armor and weapons for the chief jailer, and every time he forged an object, he saved up some raw material for his own special project: a gigantic-sized blade he called "the Iron" . He recovered his weapon and then started a riot in the prison.

He made sure every single guard had been slaughtered, then walked into the head jailer's office and took his time with him.

When he calmly walked out of the room, he found no royal guards. He found the Guild.

He heard a female voice coming from under a heavy cloak, accompanied by the hiss of snakes.

"You cost us a lot of money, Ganelon," she said. Or was it the snakes talking?

"Do what you have to do. I don't care if I live or die", Ganelon said defiantly.

The hood fell off and unnatural snake eyes looked at him. "Live? Die? No, I have something else in mind for you." He felt his body stiffen. Then he understood. Then the darkness.

This was 19 years ago.

The Present

The Guild keeps its petrified prisoners in several warehouses around the city. Recently, one of these places was attacked and destroyed (by the PCs). The combination of the magical forces summoned to destroy the place, together with the magic used in the runes carved on Ganelon's weapons and armor, dispelled the magic that kept Ganelon petrified. He took advantage of the confusion and ran away.