Also my skull, from the siege.īut Arwa had wounded me more deeply than any mace. I could have pressed on, and asked her for another chance to prove myself. When you want to marry someone, you outright tell them so, and you have to do a couple of courtship conversations. This was the result of a bad persuasion roll. I once told Arwa I was honoured to live in an era where such a valiant warrior could make a name for herself. You can wed whoever, be she a courtly lady of high repute or a valiant murderqueen like my beloved Arwa. So I marched south with a small band and signed up with the Sultan of Aserai as a mercenary.īut what is a warrior without a warriess? You do this just by throwing your charm stat around.
My name is Culharn fen Killsagain.įorest-dwelling woad-bathers with an absurd love for vowels and triskelions. Or maybe that was the Imperial mace that cracked me across the skull. She made me feel dizzy, a real knock-out. A fighty southerner who had been taken prisoner on four separate occasions, but still loved to go to war.
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