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Donar Darkwind
Nation: Polo
Class: Treasure Hunter
Past:
The snap of dried branches under the feet of two boys led to the expected result — a yellowish-brown silhouette gracefully vanished. Two young hunters, about 14-15 years old, watched it with frustrated looks.
— Father will be angry, — one of them said with a sense of doom. This was Lipskar — Donar's own brother, who was the complete opposite of his relative. He had a neat, slightly feminine face, beautiful green eyes full of life, and luxurious black hair that any girl would envy. He himself was short and very thin.
— It's okay, we'll catch it yet, — Donar replied.
Lipskar sighed heavily, — I hoped to return home earlier. — It was evident that the hunt was severely exhausting his frail body.
For a moment, Donar felt angry. It was Lipskar who was to blame for them taking so long and wasting so much time due to his slowness and clumsiness. In reality, he was nothing more than a burden in this matter; however, their father forbade the two of them from returning home empty-handed, and Donar could not leave him alone because, despite everything, he loved and cared for his brother. Looking at his relative once more and glancing around, Donar calmed down. One way or another, he enjoyed the hunt, and he was in no hurry to go home. About five years ago, their mother had been bedridden by a severe illness, and he couldn't stand his father. Sometimes thoughts visited his head about running away from here, as far as possible from that hateful home.
— Hey, — Donar placed a hand on Lipskar's shoulder. — Look, the sun is still high. We'll be back home before the shadows cover the forest, and Gerda will prepare us a delicious dinner, okay? — Lipskar nodded.
Gerda was their sister, 2-3 years older than both of them, and as was expected of a young woman, she tended to the household chores while the boys hunted.
Having finished talking, they got down to business, and after some time, they encountered the deer they had come across before. But this time it would not escape; Donar released the bowstring and the arrow flew toward the noble animal. It seemed that today they would actually return home a bit earlier.
On the way back, the hunters heard screams coming from their house. Donar ordered his brother to stay put while he ran inside. The scene that unfolded before his eyes was beyond his expectations, and he refused to believe what he saw: Gerda lay on the kitchen table, trying to break free from the rough grip of their father, who held her by the arms and stood over her with same trousers down. This was enough for rage to hit the loving brother's head. He immediately drew a hunting knife and lunged at the man. Knocking him to the floor, he plunged the knife into his eye. The man died instantly. When Lipskar ran into the room and tried to stop him, Donar turned and punched his brother in the face, then continued stabbing the dead man with the knife until his head became a bloody pulp. When he finished, two looks full of fear watched him. Gerda and Lipskar looked at him as if he were some kind of monster, a beast.
To this day, Donar is not sure if he did the right thing when he left home and parted with his brother and sister. He doesn't even know if they are alive.
At first, he tried to make a living through honest labor and took on various jobs. He worked in the fields, at a sawmill, as a shepherd, hunted and sold game. This was enough to provide food and a roof over his head, but over time it began to seem to him that he was running in a closed circle — no matter how much time passed, nothing would change. Donar was 17 when he decided to break this chain and start living as he pleased.
Late at night, when darkness ruled the streets, he waited for a wealthy merchant who was visiting his mistress. When the man saw Donar, he tried to pass by, but the youth grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around; it was then that the merchant saw a knife in the stranger's other hand.
— Good health to you, milord, — Donar said with a friendly smile on his face. — Would you be so kind as to help a man in his hour of need? — The lad smiled again and pointed to the pouch of coins on the merchant's belt.
— Yes... Of course... Why not help a good man! - The merchant counted some coins into his palm and held them out to the robber. However, he did not take them and continued to stare at the merchant. Then the trader put the coins back and handed over the entire pouch.
— Much obliged, my friend, — Donar happily took it for himself. — And could you tell me what time it is? — The merchant pulled out a pocket watch and answered the question. — Not a bad device.
The merchant understood what the robber was hinting at but was in no hurry to part with the watch. — My father gave them to me, and his grandfather to him; it's a family heirloom!
— Oh, I think your father would be very glad to know that this watch saved the life of his offspring.
A few days later, when Donar sold the watch and counted all the money received, he realized there was more than he would have earned in an entire month of hard labor.
From that moment on, he lived by robbery, murder, and looting. Problems with the law arose. However, he did not stop at small crimes. Sometimes he took part in organized raids on villages, caravans, etc., and later began to organize them himself, personally gathering a gang of bandits around him consisting mostly of orcs and goblins.
Over eight years of such activity, he showed both miracles of mercy and triumphs of cruelty. Sometimes his actions remained a mystery even to himself.
Once, while traveling through the cities of Salinkari, Donar thought that perhaps it would be nice to settle down somewhere and live a quiet life. He did not want to start from scratch as a commoner, even with money, so he desired to obtain a noble title, which, in his opinion, should provide him with the necessary opportunities. The simplest way seemed to be marrying a woman of noble blood.
To his luck, such an opportunity presented itself quite quickly. From one of his accomplices, he learned that a local gang of bandits had kidnapped a man of noble birth and were demanding a ransom from his young daughter. Without wasting time, Donar entered the house of the grieving girl and, convincing her that he meant no harm, discussed the situation with her. As it turned out, this family was not very wealthy and simply could not satisfy the demands of the bandits. Then he offered her a deal — he would help her father, and she would marry him. The deal was, of course, unpleasant, but she had no other choice, so strong was her love for her father.
Having a certain reputation, it was easy for him to once again gather a group of scoundrels — many faces were familiar from old raids, while some were new. The attack on the bandits' lair went smoothly, quickly and without particular problems; Donar divided all valuables among his comrades and took only the girl's father for himself. When the man learned the price of his rescue, he strongly doubted whether it was even worth returning home alive. Nevertheless, to break a word given by his daughter to this "scoundrel," as he called him, would mean shaming the family name, so he did not object.
They had a modest wedding and he received the name Donar von Edelreich. Over time, the young girl grew to love her husband and they spent many pleasant moments together. Donar will never forget her pure blue eyes, long blonde hair, and beautiful voice with which she sang songs to him. When they had children — a boy and a girl, for the young mother this brought not only joy but also pain. Donar could not help thinking of his brother and sister when he looked at these children. This pushed him to deal with the problem of the past once and for all — he set off for Kro, his homeland, to learn their fate.
He took with him only a flamberge, once taken from the dead body of a wealthy merchant, money for the road, and a hunting knife.
Inventory: Leather armor, one-handed flamberge, hunting knife.
Additional Skill: Endurance. Donar strives to always keep himself in perfect shape.
Nation: Polo
Class: Treasure Hunter
Past:
The snap of dried branches under the feet of two boys led to the expected result — a yellowish-brown silhouette gracefully vanished. Two young hunters, about 14-15 years old, watched it with frustrated looks.
— Father will be angry, — one of them said with a sense of doom. This was Lipskar — Donar's own brother, who was the complete opposite of his relative. He had a neat, slightly feminine face, beautiful green eyes full of life, and luxurious black hair that any girl would envy. He himself was short and very thin.
— It's okay, we'll catch it yet, — Donar replied.
Lipskar sighed heavily, — I hoped to return home earlier. — It was evident that the hunt was severely exhausting his frail body.
For a moment, Donar felt angry. It was Lipskar who was to blame for them taking so long and wasting so much time due to his slowness and clumsiness. In reality, he was nothing more than a burden in this matter; however, their father forbade the two of them from returning home empty-handed, and Donar could not leave him alone because, despite everything, he loved and cared for his brother. Looking at his relative once more and glancing around, Donar calmed down. One way or another, he enjoyed the hunt, and he was in no hurry to go home. About five years ago, their mother had been bedridden by a severe illness, and he couldn't stand his father. Sometimes thoughts visited his head about running away from here, as far as possible from that hateful home.
— Hey, — Donar placed a hand on Lipskar's shoulder. — Look, the sun is still high. We'll be back home before the shadows cover the forest, and Gerda will prepare us a delicious dinner, okay? — Lipskar nodded.
Gerda was their sister, 2-3 years older than both of them, and as was expected of a young woman, she tended to the household chores while the boys hunted.
Having finished talking, they got down to business, and after some time, they encountered the deer they had come across before. But this time it would not escape; Donar released the bowstring and the arrow flew toward the noble animal. It seemed that today they would actually return home a bit earlier.
On the way back, the hunters heard screams coming from their house. Donar ordered his brother to stay put while he ran inside. The scene that unfolded before his eyes was beyond his expectations, and he refused to believe what he saw: Gerda lay on the kitchen table, trying to break free from the rough grip of their father, who held her by the arms and stood over her with same trousers down. This was enough for rage to hit the loving brother's head. He immediately drew a hunting knife and lunged at the man. Knocking him to the floor, he plunged the knife into his eye. The man died instantly. When Lipskar ran into the room and tried to stop him, Donar turned and punched his brother in the face, then continued stabbing the dead man with the knife until his head became a bloody pulp. When he finished, two looks full of fear watched him. Gerda and Lipskar looked at him as if he were some kind of monster, a beast.
To this day, Donar is not sure if he did the right thing when he left home and parted with his brother and sister. He doesn't even know if they are alive.
At first, he tried to make a living through honest labor and took on various jobs. He worked in the fields, at a sawmill, as a shepherd, hunted and sold game. This was enough to provide food and a roof over his head, but over time it began to seem to him that he was running in a closed circle — no matter how much time passed, nothing would change. Donar was 17 when he decided to break this chain and start living as he pleased.
Late at night, when darkness ruled the streets, he waited for a wealthy merchant who was visiting his mistress. When the man saw Donar, he tried to pass by, but the youth grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around; it was then that the merchant saw a knife in the stranger's other hand.
— Good health to you, milord, — Donar said with a friendly smile on his face. — Would you be so kind as to help a man in his hour of need? — The lad smiled again and pointed to the pouch of coins on the merchant's belt.
— Yes... Of course... Why not help a good man! - The merchant counted some coins into his palm and held them out to the robber. However, he did not take them and continued to stare at the merchant. Then the trader put the coins back and handed over the entire pouch.
— Much obliged, my friend, — Donar happily took it for himself. — And could you tell me what time it is? — The merchant pulled out a pocket watch and answered the question. — Not a bad device.
The merchant understood what the robber was hinting at but was in no hurry to part with the watch. — My father gave them to me, and his grandfather to him; it's a family heirloom!
— Oh, I think your father would be very glad to know that this watch saved the life of his offspring.
A few days later, when Donar sold the watch and counted all the money received, he realized there was more than he would have earned in an entire month of hard labor.
From that moment on, he lived by robbery, murder, and looting. Problems with the law arose. However, he did not stop at small crimes. Sometimes he took part in organized raids on villages, caravans, etc., and later began to organize them himself, personally gathering a gang of bandits around him consisting mostly of orcs and goblins.
Over eight years of such activity, he showed both miracles of mercy and triumphs of cruelty. Sometimes his actions remained a mystery even to himself.
Once, while traveling through the cities of Salinkari, Donar thought that perhaps it would be nice to settle down somewhere and live a quiet life. He did not want to start from scratch as a commoner, even with money, so he desired to obtain a noble title, which, in his opinion, should provide him with the necessary opportunities. The simplest way seemed to be marrying a woman of noble blood.
To his luck, such an opportunity presented itself quite quickly. From one of his accomplices, he learned that a local gang of bandits had kidnapped a man of noble birth and were demanding a ransom from his young daughter. Without wasting time, Donar entered the house of the grieving girl and, convincing her that he meant no harm, discussed the situation with her. As it turned out, this family was not very wealthy and simply could not satisfy the demands of the bandits. Then he offered her a deal — he would help her father, and she would marry him. The deal was, of course, unpleasant, but she had no other choice, so strong was her love for her father.
Having a certain reputation, it was easy for him to once again gather a group of scoundrels — many faces were familiar from old raids, while some were new. The attack on the bandits' lair went smoothly, quickly and without particular problems; Donar divided all valuables among his comrades and took only the girl's father for himself. When the man learned the price of his rescue, he strongly doubted whether it was even worth returning home alive. Nevertheless, to break a word given by his daughter to this "scoundrel," as he called him, would mean shaming the family name, so he did not object.
They had a modest wedding and he received the name Donar von Edelreich. Over time, the young girl grew to love her husband and they spent many pleasant moments together. Donar will never forget her pure blue eyes, long blonde hair, and beautiful voice with which she sang songs to him. When they had children — a boy and a girl, for the young mother this brought not only joy but also pain. Donar could not help thinking of his brother and sister when he looked at these children. This pushed him to deal with the problem of the past once and for all — he set off for Kro, his homeland, to learn their fate.
He took with him only a flamberge, once taken from the dead body of a wealthy merchant, money for the road, and a hunting knife.
Inventory: Leather armor, one-handed flamberge, hunting knife.
Additional Skill: Endurance. Donar strives to always keep himself in perfect shape.