Brego Bladebreaker

[Edohi]

Here is my introduction of the character I'm running in Thardferr for now. I'm going to try to maintain a running blog for him. We'll see how well that works and how long that lasts.

[Edohi]

Warcry

The sky was darkened by storm clouds and a light rain fell. I remember feeling the water roll down my face as I waited in a crouch behind some brush on the side of the road. I could see the flicker of Corathal's rage and hear his rumble in the far distance. But even more important was Sembral's own power that was beginning to course through my veins, for my mark was before me... several wagons slowly rolling by.

There was a large guard detail, but the others would take care of the skinny outriders. The footmen were my concern. I wonder if they knew that Sembral's hand would fall upon them this day, for they looked nervous. Maybe they were just a little green.

Then came the signal. A flash burst from the middle of the caravan and the large captain of the guard fell off his horse clutching at his eyes, which spilled forth light from 'tween his fingers. At the same time, I heard the shouts of the outriders being stricken from their horses by a hail of arrows. The chaos of glorious battle rang in my ears.

I was up in that instant, but caught my boot on a blasted root and I nearly fell on my face. I recovered with little grace and was still stumbling when I hit the first footman. Luckily, they were confused and lost without their leader to command them. So, I let the momentum of my near fall carry me into my opponent, pounding him against the first wagon and dropping him out of consciousness with a solid punch to the jaw.

I'll remember the look of the next soldier next to me... the confusion and disbelief written all over it. But the blade of my axe quickly changed that. The new gash in his shiny armor gushed and he crumpled to the ground. Two down and I was hardly breaking a sweat. Sembral's favor was with me.

Hearing the draw of steel behind me, I turned to meet two recovered guards brandishing swords. I have to give them credit. They gave up the idea of a frontal attack and came at each of my flanks. I know my strengths and dodging swords ain't one of them. My battle axe cleaved the sword from the footman on my right as my fist pounded on his chest. With naught but a leather jerkin for protection, the man fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

A sharp pain flashed through my left gut as my other opponent scored a minor hit. Sembral's glee filled my soul and I roared as I grabbed the man's sword wrist and pulled him straight into my axe stroke. I must have hit a vein in his neck, for his life-blood sprayed me in the face, blocking my sight. Wiping my eyes, I then heard a tremendous roar of rage and power that made my heart shudder. I looked up just in time to see the captain of the guard, eyes still pouring forth streams of light, finish a swing with his great sword that ripped such a gash in my chest that the links from my chainmail scattered in a sprinkle over the first wagon.

The blow must have knocked me to the ground, for the next thing I remembered was the seering pain in my chest and the captain of the guard hovering over me. Still raging, he yelled out with such force that it was all I could do to grip my wound and wait for the killing blow. But the light in his eyes must have blinded him enough that his swing fell wide of me. Seeing my chance, I wasted no time picking my battle axe off the ground and striking at his legs in a wide arc.

Sprawled on the ground, the large man drew a dagger in a desperate and blind defense. But it was no use against my onslaught. Sembral's strength filled my limbs, empowering each stroke. My first blow was deflected by his dagger. My second blow shattered it. The third blow ended his life.

Looking up, I saw the remaining guards fleeing as my fellow bandits scoured the area looking for any vestiges of defense. Rather than watch the despicable and cowardly acts of throats being slit, I turned my gaze upon the captain of the guard. On even terms, he would have won out against me. But Sembral handed me victory that day and glory was mine. I honored my fallen opponent with a quick prayer for the Lord of Battle to recieve his spirit.

It was then that my eyes fell upon his great sword, still in the man's death grip. I felt it calling to me and so picked it up. To honor this man's fighting abilities, I would take the sword as my own. And it's name would reflect it's old master to give him proper glory and honor for his deeds. The blade was finely balanced and it's edge was clean. Warcry would serve me well.

[Edohi]

A physical description of Brego

Brego is a tall and ugly man, just escaped from any boyish charm he might have had as a young teenager. His broad shoulders and thick arms are telltale signs of his massive strength. His brown hair falls freely down to his shoulders and his face is clean-shaven.

It is a rare moment that Brego is found without his armor on, except in his sleep or while bathing.  He often wears a light cloak of gray over his armor. Stitched into the left breast of the cloak is the Hand and Axe of Sembral. Brego goes to great lengths to keep his armor polished to a shine and his cloak unsoiled from his travels.

While adventuring, Brego straps his massive greatsword across his back for quick and easy access. A notched, but well-sharpened battle axe of steel hangs tightly off a belt loop. On the other side of his waist, Brego's belt bears more weaponry... a morning star, well secured so as not to cause accidental harm.

Brego carries himself in a slow, lumbering way that suggests a lack of deftness and agility. But evidenced in his stance is a readiness and willingness to fight. In speech, his voice is raspy and low, almost always giving the impression that he is growling.