Polunt Pflarferton the Spunky Swamp-Chicken, Commander of Battle

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Chapter 2

The beauty of being an Arial in the swamps is that you glide right over the
muck and the goop. Life is better with wings. The downside is that living in
such an environment is that when you live in the backwoods, you become
backwoods yourself. Polunt and his family are no exception - they are as
country as they come.

Being the fourth child, third son, young Polunt wasnt trained in running the
business. His job was to be both the muscle and the spy of his generation.
Tasked to gather information about their competitors and root out spies within
their own organization, he was sent to train with the assassin guildmaster in
Hamsah Mutazz and took to the shadows with keen instinct. That doesnt mean
there werent problems. First of all, life in the city was much different
than life in the swamps and he stuck out like a sore thumb. You see, growing
up labeled "the muscle" is never easy - people want to test you and Polunt has
his fair share of scars. Coupled with the fact that hes a strange looking
hillbilly that constantly smells like booze and swampland, well, lets just
say he hasnt won any beauty contests. Alright, he is ugly, downright ugly.
In fact, his guildmaster once nicknamed him "the Swamp Chicken" and it stuck -
both as an homage to his fluffy white feathers, as well as to his overall
dirtiness and goofy looks.

And then there is his addiction to alcohol. One doesnt grow up in a
distillery and not drink. In fact, from the time he could fly, he was given
all the alcohol he could drink - and let me tell you, he took advantage. In
fact, he became hooked and doesnt go a day without drinking copious amounts
of whatever drink he can get his hands on.

Role

Chapter 1

Perched high on stilts in the more remote swamps outside of Blackwater is the
Pflarferton distillery. With the scrupulous people and shady characters that
one deals with in such a business, their forefathers decided many generations
back that this was the best place to brew their spirits and beer. Passed down
through the eldest male Avians bloodline, the family business thrived, as
such an enterprise will, but it took extremely hard work by all involved.
That was something that the Pflarfertons preached - if you work hard, you
will be rewarded - one doesnt take shortcuts in life.

It is with this belief that the Pflarferton distrust of magic started eons
back. Most, if not all, of the other distilleries employed spell-casters in
some part of their business. Whether it be to speed the fermentation process,
assist in the heating and cooling elements of brewing, or even to assist in
the transport of raw materials, they cheated with magic.

"At aint our way. Yeh see onna them types round here, yeh give em a good,
hard smack!" his great grandparents would say. Though each family member had
differing levels of distain for mages, their hatred grew through the
generations.

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