Fredrick

A Character for Banduni Junglelands - 5E One Shot on The Facebook  Tabletop RPG One Shot Group.

By Hamenopi

Brought into the Holy Order of Knight Protectors at a young age, he excelled at combat and was clearly favored by the god(s). This brought him much praise, admiration, and attention. His youthful outlook and hedonistic demeanor proved too much distraction from the pious ways of the Holy Order, and despite his strengths, it was decided the best way for him to serve the god(s), was through stewardship and domestic service.

Shame however, brought him no humiliation. He continued to practice and train at night with, a family heirloom great sword, secreted away in a small cave system not far from the Holy Barracks.
Years passed and few in the barracks, surrounding
farmlands or nearby towns knew of, or recognized him anymore, before long his story faded from memory.

Obscurity proved worse for him than youthful indiscretions ever could of been, and he took to drinking, heavily. Still driven by a sense of justice, and a need to "do the right thing", he found himself in countless bar brawls in the nearest city, where he eventually wound up, penniless. Begging and hard labor jobs provided just enough money to subside, intoxicated, spending the vast majority of nights "sleeping it off" outside, he eventually found comfort in nature, and came to prefer a simple, natural life, in the worship of his god(s), to that of a busy life in the city, or the sheltered existence in the Holy Order.

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Years, and a lifetime of change later, he longed to visit his old barracks, to once again gaze upon the Holy Icons which resided within the Orders fortified Churches. He made his way to his childhood home only to find it a smoldering ruin, having just been razed to the ground by some passing force. The presence of evil blanketed the ruins in a palpable darkness which made it's trail easy to follow. Retrieving his heirloom great-sword from his training caves, he followed the dying light into the hillside, finding the butchered remains of The Knights of the Holy order surrounding the twisted, hulking form of a beast most foul. Beyond it, lay the eldest, most venerated of the Order, who recognized his savior immediately, crying out for him by name, betraying the secret he had kept for so many years.

Raising his family blade pridefully above his head, he charged the beast, intent on rescuing his one time Knight Brother. The resulting battle was a one sided slaughter in which not only did his Knight Brother get twine asunder, and the heirloom sword shatter, but the creature's jagged claws raked across his own face, taking an eye, and leaving a terrible scar.

The failure was finally enough to humble him and set him back upon the path of his god(s). Not sure of what's in store for him, he's found new faith in his old god(s), and accepts the path on which they've placed him, intent on bringing justice and order to the world where they see fit.