Role

Chapter 3

Klibendon is a gnome, originally from Hillcrest. He is from a line of
craftsmen, magical craftsmen. A talent in which he only had half of.

He moved away from the city to live a more peaceful life, one less hounded by
folks trying to force him to embrace the O'Deagon legacy.

His faithful hound, companion, traveled with him. On the outskirts of the
city of Tir-Talath, they lived in an average sized home.

He continued his crafts, mostly artsy things, until a passing traveler,
likely a necromancer, slew his companion and left him comatose.

The last remnant of these times long past, with his lovable companion,
dangles from the belt about his waist, the engraved collar.

Having embraced the anguish of losing his one great companion, that he cared
so much for, he decided to embark to the nearest accepting academy.

It was there, that he learned rudimentary fighting techniques called the art
of the warrior, choosing to forgo magical training.

The path of thievery or woodsman were also options but they would involve his
embracement of shadows and deceit or magical gifts.

Picking the path of the warrior was his choice, as he was now scarred, and
feels that magic could only bring suffering.

A slight slant toward more flashy, yet brutish weapons, caught his attention
from the time spent in training but all will be learned.

His mannerisms are typical for a gnome, regular speech and temperament, but
now believing strongly in purity.

Purity of duty, neither too empathetic and light nor showing malice and dark,
no love for law or entropic desire, he is beyond all colorings.

Greetings and introductions are typically well rehearsed and will be cordial,
regardless of to whom he speaks.

Thick calloused scars remain from the attack that began his journey toward
war, they certainly detract from his physical appearance.

He left his home behind and has sat out for a more physically demanding life,
moving to the city of Galadon and tempering himself for war.