Nordican
Honorable Scoundrel
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Drexiel "Drex" Gorian looked over his armor after camp had been setup. The son of a noble family from Brexion he was tall with short cut blackish blue hair with some stubble forming around his cheeks from the traveling. His bright eyes scanned the armor, looking for any rends or cuts in the shoulder or breast plates.
He wanted to be ready. Currently he was on a quest to find the dreaded creature known as Grona, an ancient demonspawn he had vowed to kill to honor his country and his father. His mother had begged him not to go and his father had said nothing as his son left with a company of men and women from Brexion.
'I shall back the head of this beast, as you never could father.' He had shouted at his father before mounting his black stallion and setting off towards the wagon convoy for the neighboring country of Ylsst. Now a few weeks later, about a few days after the border crossing he brooded near the camp fire.
He would be lying if he said he didn't miss some of the creature comforts. Sure enough he had his family servant and he knew how to make a fire and hunt but living in a regal manner had made him used to finer conditions. But he had to be tough. At only seventeen many saw him as young and impulsive and he had entered into a country renowned for hard men and women, bounty hunters, justicars and other hard individuals committed to laws and justice where regions were full of bandits. So he made sure his armor was ready and his hammer felt easy to swing in his arms. He could not afford to fail in his task.
He wanted to be ready. Currently he was on a quest to find the dreaded creature known as Grona, an ancient demonspawn he had vowed to kill to honor his country and his father. His mother had begged him not to go and his father had said nothing as his son left with a company of men and women from Brexion.
'I shall back the head of this beast, as you never could father.' He had shouted at his father before mounting his black stallion and setting off towards the wagon convoy for the neighboring country of Ylsst. Now a few weeks later, about a few days after the border crossing he brooded near the camp fire.
He would be lying if he said he didn't miss some of the creature comforts. Sure enough he had his family servant and he knew how to make a fire and hunt but living in a regal manner had made him used to finer conditions. But he had to be tough. At only seventeen many saw him as young and impulsive and he had entered into a country renowned for hard men and women, bounty hunters, justicars and other hard individuals committed to laws and justice where regions were full of bandits. So he made sure his armor was ready and his hammer felt easy to swing in his arms. He could not afford to fail in his task.
