Player Character
Alban of Ormung
He/Him
Alban was born in the market-town of Woodrock to a branch family related to the clan Chieftain. Raised and educated in relative affluence, Al had no idea about the oppression and poverty that reigned over the common people of the Ormung territory. For now, we will leave most details of his childhood unwritten so we can incorporate anything we need to in play.
Later in life Alban decided to joined the wardens of Ormung and was an exemplary recruit in both his studies and training. He was known best for his inspiring demeanor and his penchant for leading from the front line.
After graduation into the wardens proper, Alban quickly began to question his purpose. Shaking down merchants and enforcing tolls wasn't his idea of serving the public. He helped those he could, but the doubts began to pile up in his mind leading up to his first assignment outside of the Woodrock area: a deployment to a plagued city named Stonewick.
This was his breaking point; whatever being a warden was worth to him did not stand up to the atrocities that would be required of him to keep his position. Al knocked out his partner mid raid and split off from the other wardens to save those he could from the massacre that was about to happen. Gwen the Healer and her patients were found shortly there after and Al successfully extracted them and got them to safety.
That night Gwen witnessed his vow to stop the vile deeds of Chief Ormung. Alban was now a fugitive in Ormung land and couldn't return to his home. By sunrise he found his determination to move forward and began his life as a free warden, even if it meant that he would be looked on with suspicion or worse. Gwen and he shook hands and went their separate ways after that, a friendship forged in fire between the two.
In the light of the morn, Alban began his journeys alone-or so he thought. A dog that had followed them from the village stayed with him. Animals had always seemed drawn to him and this wouldn't be the first hound he fostered; he figured it wouldn't be harmful to have a companion come with him for as long as the dog would have him. Cera wagged her tail and licked his face, lifting his spirits.
This would be a saga etched in Iron.
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