The Dying Oak
Henrik the Kingslayer
Role: Bards capably confuse and confound their foes while inspiring their allies to ever-greater daring. While accomplished with both weapons and magic, the true strength of bards lies outside melee, where they can support their companions and undermine their foes without fear of interruptions to their performances.
Class: Bard (favoured) Experience: 0
Race: Human Wealth: 25
Alignment: Neutral Good
Skills: Bluff +8, Diplomacy +8, Disguise +8, Intimidate +8, Perform(string, act) +8, Stealth +7, Linguistics +6, Perception +4.
Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic, Gnomish and Sylvan.
Strength: 9 (-1) Intelligence: 14 (3) Wisdom: 10 (0) Charisma: 19 (0 Armour Class: 16 (flat-footed 13, touch 13)
Attack (Rapier): + 4 (1d6+1, 18-20×2)
Henrik Adelheim grew up on the frozen docks of Ragnorok. His father was a ferrymen, taking groups of hunters through the labyrinth of ice to the wilder parts of the continent. His mother would be busy making wood crafts to sell at the local markets each weekend. His mother had hands as rough as the wood she worked with, but a smile as warm as the sun and as thick as butter.
Henrik had 2 brothers Sven, who was older, and Geir, who was the youngest. they were always running around the docks as their parents had no money for any kind of formal education. However, they were always showing how clever they were, getting into mischief and stealing bread. The bakers shelves were filled with compensatory wood carvings of trolls and horses.
His father would come home late after days away and began to fill his children with stories he’d picked up from the hunters over the week. Henrik loved nothing more than to let his imagination run wild as his father recreated the stories over a large mug of mead and a pipe filled with tobacco. Even now, Henrik can still remember clearly the smell of smoke and honey.
As Henrik grew he learned to sail with his father. Sometimes, if he’d behaved himself, he was allowed to go with his father on one of his hunting trips. He’d never felt so alive as when he had the wind at his back, braving the dangers of the frosty waters.
His lust for adventure soon outgrew his fathers trips and he sought higher thrills. He took what little money he had saved and bought a small 20ft yacht and went on small time adventures out to sea on his days off. Soon he was 16 and had a thrist for more than water. Henrik found himself in “The Drowned Man” (the dockside tavern) of an evening after a days work. It was quiet most nights, but the beer was cold and the company was bearable, which is more than you can say for most establishments.
One night, as Henrik was admiring a table of beautiful girls. One of them stood and began to sing(a song he’d later learn, named “Brightest Azure”). he’d never heard music before (drunken chanting non-withstanding). He was totally captured.
The next day he went to his mother and told her of the music he had heard (not before five minutes of assuring her it was the music he was paying attention to). Days later she came home from the markets with a lute. It was battered and old, and needed new strings. but it was more then enough for Henrik to play on…. and play he did. for hours each day until, like his fathers hunting trips before, it was no longer enough to sate his new found want of music.