I'd like to throw my hat in the ring as well... Flint Darkbrew , Dwarven Cleric, War Domain. "Sit down lads and lasses, and I'll tell ya the story of me life so far." "I
was born in a small village in the north of Asmara by the name of
Lagertowne. My mother was a shopkeeper, and me father was a master
brewer of the greatest renown. People would visit our village from all
over the countryside to sample the newest craft ales and lagers, thanks
to my father." "When I was but a wee lad of 35 years, a stranger
came into our village and attempted to rob our shop, we believe to steal
me father's notes, and my poor father lost his life in defense of our
family history." "I was sad, me mother was sad, our whole village
was sad. No one had been murdered in our village since before the 'Time
of Great Peace', and it affected everyone a bit differently." "I
began to lash out. I didn't understand what was going on, why anything
like this could have happened, not only to my father, but to me as well.
I was overwhelmed with anger, and took my aggression out on anything in
my path. I busted out shop windows, flipped over carts, even set a
nearby shop on fire to try and release the feelings that just would not
go away." "By the time I turned 48, I had left the village,
joined up with other troubled youths, and began what I thought was the
only way a life should be lived; a life of crime. Every time I
committed some type of act, I marked my body, as a reminder of the deed.
We robbed stores, people, even a bank or two. Being a dwarf came in
handy to my peers. Who is going to suspect a dwarf is going to rob a
bank? It sounds funny, even now, saying it out loud." "The day
after celebrating my 52nd birth year, we had planned, what we thought,
was the greatest robbery mankind would ever know nothing about. We had
heard of a caravan traveling from Blackwater to Goathaem said to be
carrying our weight in gold, gold that was collected in taxes by the
Asmarian Regional Army." "The plan was simple, get in, get the gold, and get out. Nothing could go wrong." "Until it did." "There
was five of us. Ting was our leader. She was the greatest warrior I had
ever met in me life. For a human, she was also the most beautiful
person I had met in me life, even if she lacked the chin whiskers to
make a proper wife, I was in love. Her 'boyfriend', (bleah!) Stephano,
provided her backup from a distance. He was a decent shot with a
longbow, and as skilled with a dagger as anyone I've ever known. Then
there were the twins, Honz, a gnome, and Ponz, a halfling. They weren't
related, but a more simple pair of individuals you will never find. The
might as well have shared the same bloodline. They worked with magic,
and were decent at making big stuff go boom." "The twins were to
knockdown trees in the road as the caravan passed, cutting it off from
the others, Ting and Stephano were going to run in, grab what they
could, and get out. I was to assist the twins with cover from the
reinforcements. Simple plan, right?" "The caravan was ahead of
schedule, and we weren't ready. When it passed the twins marker, I was
off takin' a piss, and missed the signal. I hear an explosion, and by
the time I get back in position, an all out war had ensued. I made it
out alive with Ting and Honz, but Stephano was killed in the battle, and
we never found Ponz." "What can you get from a caravan robbery when you lose two lives? A grand total of 36 silver pieces." "When
we made it back to hideout, Ting told me that the caravan was actually a
royal escort for the (king/emporer)'s daughter. Most of the escort had
been killed in the battle, and only the three of us, and possibly one to
two of the escort, and the child made it out alive." "I was
heartbroken by loss for the second time in my life. All we wanted was
the gold, but sadly, we were misinformed, and all we ended up with was
death and loss." "It was at this time, I started to wonder about
my purpose in life. I wondered around the countryside for years, trying
to find a purpose. One fateful day I managed to drunkenly stumble into a
temple. The clergy here worshiped a god by the name of Tempus, the God
of War." "After speaking at length over many months to the
clerics, paladin, and monks of this temple, I made the decision to
change my life. I took up the banner of Tempus, and devoted my life to
the helping others." "I returned home many years later, a devout
cleric, and visited my father's grave. My mother came upon me, and
greeted me with the joy only a mother who had not seen her son in over
fifty years could express." "We stayed up all night that night,
and she regaled stories of my father, and what had happened to the
village since I had left. I decided that night to further my devotion to
Tempus, by resurrecting my father's brewery. I joined the Brewmaster's
guild and began to try and recreate my father's old recipes." "Some
of them were successes, but most were failures. It took many years of
these failures before any significant success could be had." "We've
now been back in business for 40 years, and things are going extremely
well. I've taken apprentices from neighboring families, and now spend my
days traveling all over Asmara, spreading the word of Tempus, and
sharing a brew with anyone that will have me." "You can find
Darkbrew's Darkbrew in any tavern, inn, and most shops on the continent
of Asmara. We've crafted and honed over 97 individual flavor
combinations, including Darkbrew's Gnomish Darkbrew, at only 64 calories
per pint." *Flint is covered in tattoos from his poorly
spent time as a youth. His last tattoo is of a flaming upright sword on
his right forearm, signifying his devotion to Tempus. *Holy symbol on shield, and as a poorly constructed amulet worn on a leather strap around his neck.
