Nordican
Honorable Scoundrel
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Malkinius "Malkin" Telvik drank from a ornate wineglass. Both the glass and the bottle had been acquired in a recent raid on Daumig, a port city about half a day's travel from where the Seven's Shadows camped. Standing before a group of maps Malkin had sharp dark orange eyes and wavy short black hair styled back at the moment. Some fell over his brow while most was pulled back and curled slightly around his ears. His nose was simple and just a bit long and his jaw looked average enough by Keltin standards.
In the chill of the night he wore a black and blue striped doublet and dark brown pants. A single chain necklace of silver held the standard of the Keltin Kingdom, a hawk snatching a spear in it's talons. Tall with toned legs and arms and a lean chest Malkin was in his prime and at twenty five years felt in perfect shape. He was the leader of the Seven's Shadows, a organization loyal to the Keltin Kingdom. The Shadows did Keltins less than savory work. Jobs that weren't meant to be handled by an army or a single knight. Jobs suited to men and women like Malkin who worked well in the shadows and didn't hold much for honor and rules of engagement.
Keltin would never admit to the group's existence and Malkin liked it that way. They were the shadows the assassin lurking and waiting with a dagger to plunge into the side of Cingarians or the Tuukans. Daumig was a Cingarian city near the border of Cingar and Keltin, a prime target and good source of gold to help support the Shadows. Beyond leading the Shadows Malkin was actually known as Lord Makinius Telvik, Son of King Matias Telvik of Keltin, brother to Prince Mathis Telvik ans Seventh in line for the throne of Keltin.
He had been thinking about the crown again, about his family back at the capitol. Sometimes he couldn't but miss them. But he had work to do, important work. But right now the hour grew late and his work was almost over. He had the mission for his troops outlined in his mind and the wine was starting to alight his other appetites.
In the chill of the night he wore a black and blue striped doublet and dark brown pants. A single chain necklace of silver held the standard of the Keltin Kingdom, a hawk snatching a spear in it's talons. Tall with toned legs and arms and a lean chest Malkin was in his prime and at twenty five years felt in perfect shape. He was the leader of the Seven's Shadows, a organization loyal to the Keltin Kingdom. The Shadows did Keltins less than savory work. Jobs that weren't meant to be handled by an army or a single knight. Jobs suited to men and women like Malkin who worked well in the shadows and didn't hold much for honor and rules of engagement.
Keltin would never admit to the group's existence and Malkin liked it that way. They were the shadows the assassin lurking and waiting with a dagger to plunge into the side of Cingarians or the Tuukans. Daumig was a Cingarian city near the border of Cingar and Keltin, a prime target and good source of gold to help support the Shadows. Beyond leading the Shadows Malkin was actually known as Lord Makinius Telvik, Son of King Matias Telvik of Keltin, brother to Prince Mathis Telvik ans Seventh in line for the throne of Keltin.
He had been thinking about the crown again, about his family back at the capitol. Sometimes he couldn't but miss them. But he had work to do, important work. But right now the hour grew late and his work was almost over. He had the mission for his troops outlined in his mind and the wine was starting to alight his other appetites.
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