Sigard the Champion of the Virtues, Acolyte of the Golden Sun

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Chapter 4

Sigard approached the altar first. Wrapped in crimson linen were both
of the babes. Their skin was a charcoal grey and resembled their parent
specie closely. Yet there was a cherubic innocence to them all the same.
They could not have been more than a moons turn in age, and certainly
were not of an age to be speaking. The events just past escaped him for
a moment as he took in their serenity. A low sobbing began from his
brother, who had gone to the body of his mentor and sat cradling the
other giants head. Sobbing turned into a grizzled moan of anguish.
Sigard moved to comfort his brother, starting to feel overwhelmed with
the gravity of all that had just transpired.

"They killed him, Maedwen is dead, brother!" exlaimed the sobbing Timin.
Sigard put his hand upon his brothers shoulder and began to speak about
what a steadfast mentor the fallen paladin was.
"Sigard, Maedwen was more than that. We... loved." the trailing tone of
his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty at the words reception. Sigard's
heart sank with empathy at how much more profound a loss his brother had
just taken. He was about to voice his feelings when the fresh wailing of
the babes pierced the air once more.

"Well then brother," Timid said, "we must pick ourselves up and bury those
who have shown us a better way. Let us end those wailing fiends and make
our way forward."
Sigard was stunned. End the babes? Hastily he interposed himself between
the altar and his flustered brother. Explaining that they were not even
old enough to talk, their tiny souls could never carry the taint of evil
so early. Timin flared with a sudden anger. The older Torvaldsson gritted
his teeth and cited the eleventh tennet of the code. Reeling at the sudden
change in his brother, Sigard tried to reason with Timin, but the older
man vowed that he would not let the little devils grow to follow their
parents path. Sigard knew this was wrong, and when Timin tried to step
around him, he pushed his brother back, pleading for reason. They began to
scuffle. Though they were closely matched, Timin had in truth always been
just a bit better, and gaining the upper hand sent Sigard flying bodily
toward the altar. The throw was off, and Sigard managed to avoid the altar
but there was no question of the intent. Drawing himself up he planted
himself once again between Timin and the altar and drew the polearm off of
his back.

"You are making the wrong choice, brother. Do not force me down this path,
for I will not let you harm these innocents." The calm in his voice masked
the raging fear roiling in his gut. Looking back at the slain Maedwen, then
down at himself, Timin lifted his gaze again only to stare at the altar,
eyes alight with vengeance. When the elder Torvaldsson began his charge
Sigard wheeled the butt of his poleaxe to his inner heel and prepared to set
it. As the moment came a slow tear fell to his cheek, and he made a choice
of his own. He did his duty.

Role

Chapter 3

A slow introduction to some minor communes and a small skirmish with a
band of skeletons escalated quickly from a lesson into a lethal situation
in a matter of seconds.

The small group of Paladins had recently dispatched the aformentioned
band of boney abominations, Maedwen and Ayrnin were a few steps ahead of
the brothers Torvaldsson having a mostly polite disagreement about the
Code. As they were so engaged in the argument of the other, neither of the
usually vigilant Paladins noticed that before the old bloodstained altar
that they were walking adjacent to, there knelt a drow priestess and
a grubby duergar shaman, each clutching an infant of their race.

Wholly unrelated to the interests of the paladins, the two underdwellers
had been sent here as punishment from their dark master, to sacrifice
their own first born children to appease his displeasure. The two of them
heard the group as they were walking past and wasted no time in seizing
their advantage.

It was the cry of the babe that alerted the two brothers, as the duergar
had absently let his child roll out of his hands onto the ground. His
red eyes were glazed over with a sadistic lust, looking right through the
men he faced to the foul acts he so desired. Both Sigard and Timin cried
the alarm, nearly in unison. The elder Paladins scrambled, but the moment
was already lost. With the efficiency of a dagger the dark duo cut through
Maedwen and put Ayrnin onto his back. The brothers Torvaldsson put up a
twinned cry and charged at the fiends. The next few moments felt as though
an eternity in combat had passed, but at their end two decimated storm
giant brothers were all who remained standing.

As sorrow began to set in at the fall of their mentors, the two brothers
began to lament their loss, with Timin barely able to hold back his desire
to strike the already dead underdwellers. As Sigard moved to comfort his
older sibling two shrill wails from the altar reminded them that they were
not the only ones who remained.

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Chapter 2

Timin and Sigard arrived in Galadon upon a heavily reinforced merchants
wagon, who had bore them gladly when the brothers had offered to watch
over the caravan as it left the sandy city of Hamsah Mu'Tazz. There had
been only scant hint of raiders, a couple scouting pairs who had faded
into the horizon shortly after spotting the humongous pair. The Paladins
Guild welcomed their enlistment and in almost no time the brothers were
immersed in their training, their old life suddenly seeming very far away.

Sigard had been assigned as a pupil to Ayrnin Galad'Emel, a kind but
conservative follower of the old god Corlaan. Ayrnin was a good and
tempered tutor, often using a softer tone or quiet logic to make his mind
known. Sigard admired his calmness as well as the elf's fervant devotion
to others of the light and their protection. He quoted one of Corlaan's
followers once, and the words stuck with Sigard always. "There is no
greater power than the power to give, and in giving all while asking for
none, does one end up rich beyond all mortal means."

Timin was assigned to Maedwen, a fellow storm who was a follower of the
ancient Baerinika. A good man, but he could be quite zealous and rigid
when dealing with the Paladin's Code, leaving little room for alternate
interpretations. Still, Timin had admiration for the stoic warrior priest
and seemed to be learning quickly.

Near the end of their first year it happened that the brothers and their
tutors were sent together to investigate reports of some minor undead
wandering around an old temple together. The brothers were alight with
excitement, as their education had kept them separate more often than
they were used to in the years before. Nostalgia and memories of
sparring together flooded back and filled each with a warm feeling of
anticipation. They were eager to face the coming trial, wishing for a
hastening of the sun to bring the morrow upon them.

Role

Chapter 1

Born upon the misty isle of Skokholm, the isle in the channel, was
Sigard Torvaldsson of the Askibar Clan. Decended from the old clans
who raided as vikings the nearby Kiadana-Rah, Sigard's people had
come far from their wicked, reaving ways. Like all Storms they
were of a kinder nature now, though still fierce in their dealings
with the Fires from Kiadana. He was born to Torvald Ungersson, and
Ilswa Eridsdottr during a harsh storm, four years after Timin
Torvaldsson, his older brother. Life was rustic and practical. Kind
folk worked together to make life comfortable despite simple nature
of the settlement. Peat smoke and sea were familiar scents to the
nearly inseparable brothers Torvaldsson. They played and grew, and
playing turned to sparring as they came into their youth.
Competetive, but with an unshaking bond they pushed one another to
greater skill than they might have achieved alone. And while proud
of such achievment, Sigard always felt that the work they did to
help the community was just as, if not more important than being
the most skilled combatant.

His father was captain of the Ashclaw, Skokholms huge battle
equipped sailing knarr. His crew called him the White Bear, as
Askibar meant Ash Bear and Torvald was advancing in age. A strong
and religious man, the Old Bear made sure that his sons knew
something of the Sacrosanct Magus, and always chided them to mind
their choices for Ignolmeer would know them. Sigard liked the idea
that someone would see and appreciate all the good that they could
do. To that end Torvald, when the day had come, urged his sons off
to join the guild of Paladins, that they may return as Knights of
the Citadel and bring some of the reliable safety back from the
teachings of those on the mainland. The beaming smiles upon Old
Torvald and Ilswa's faces as the brothers sailed off was a memory
that Sigard would cherish for all of his days, for so few times
since had felt so complete as then.

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