The Yeoman of Youmin

## Characteristics

I was named after my grandfather Pharos Kingull who first moved to Youmin from a large gnomish city and started a lumber mill for the growing town. I vaguely remembers walking through the woods with my Grandfather and Father, but don't remember too much as Pharos died when I was quite young, but I do remember Grandpa looking the same as my father Bosco Kingull. Both sturdy and barrel chested Gnomes whom spent most their time in the forests and loved animals. I however was told about one difference between the two. Apparently Grandpa Pharos was quite the destructive lumberjack, whether felling trees into one another, evicting animals from great old trees or killing young saplings. But I was also told he had the biggest heart, and with his poor lumbering there was never a shortage of animals he would need care for. Of course there is also the story everyone remembers when grandpa felled a tree onto his newly built house. That was the same day my mother moved to the town. My father was supposed to be helping him pull it down in the right direction and got distracted, love at first sight.

My mother, Ccelina, unlike my father and I, never ventured any further than the edge of town, or at the market as she was almost always tinkering in her workshop. Most these days she creates designs and sends them through courier, but used to work close with the Royal Eccholet family as her parents did.

My father and I were returning to the mill helping Mumphry, my grandfathers old tarandos, haul off the last of the trees for the day. It was unlike any other day, we were coming back from the same area of forest we had been working the last two seasons, pushing the logs, and unlodging stones in our old steeds way. When all of a sudden, Yeoman, my fathers Sparrow played a shrill tune, the note rung out in my ears and I felt a hot wave run down my chest. All I heard was the ringing in my ears, and my focus on the blood running down my bare chest. I snapped to with my father grabbing my hands yelling "KEEP YOUR HANDS HERE". The panicked Mumphry tied down to the logs let out loud bellowing snorts. My father snatched me by the back of my overalls and threw me up onto the tarandos horns lodging me there helplessly clutching the gash on my neck. He then cut the rope holding down Mumphry with his axe, dropping the axe and grabbing the rope, his other arm inside the jaws of a wolf. He clung to the rope and his body flailed behind. I don't remember much else and blacked out.

Mumphrey brought us back to town and apparently died shortly after due to exhaustion and partial blood loss, he was with our family for so long. For three days I was in bed slowly seething anger, for another three I waited for the construction of my new blade. At the end of the week I took that blade and headed towards the woods. I was in the woods going back to the sight me and my father were attacked. I clutched my new blade in hand. With a new level of respect for the forest I traveled as quickly and quietly as I could, often stopping and checking my surroundings. Youmin was with me yet still my heart rate was elevated, especially as I got closer to the sight following a trail of my own and fathers blood. In the middle of the clearing was my grandfathers axe, against the warning of a friend I ventured this deep into the forest alone to retrieve it. The last thing I thought was that the town would be attacked while I was away.

With the last attack on the town I feel wracked with guilt as I have yet to make any proper decisions. Looking at my father in his condition fills me full of rage and fire. A deep slash down the top right of his back rendering his right arm unusable. A cut on the right side of his neck similar to my own. And last he has regained motion in his left arm and thumb to middle finger, his forearm however mauled from holding the wolf off. My poor mother hasn't left my fathers bedside, other than to tend his wounds and otherwise lost in a manic trance deep in her patent papers, looking for potential devices to combine or recreate to alleviate the situation. However the truth is there is nothing she can do until professional healers with the Order can get to the village.

Jakely came to me while I was fetching water at the well, he knows me well enough to know how much I want to get back at the wolf pack. He said he was putting a group together to go on the offensive, said that there is only barely enough guards available if the wolfs attack again. I immediately thought of our good friend Zephyran who was training to one day join the Paladin Order and suggested Jakely ask him to come with us. Later Jakely stopped by my house to let me know Zephyran was on board, as well as our friend Socotra, and surprisingly someone I hadn't talked to in quite a while, Faerin Vincenzo. With all the things going on the last week I had forgot that Socotra had been attacked when he was much much younger. Remembering this I steeled my heart, feeling courageous with such a group, Faerin too has become quite the hunter since our silly fights as kids. Ill be sure to put any ill will behind us.

### Personality

-Has always and openly wanted to be a great hero, fantasizing over the many great warriors and wizards he learned about at the Liondel School. However as he got older he slowly realized that these were the most extremely talented members throughout history. And slowly and silently his dreams of becoming a Great Sigil of Flame Warrior known throughout the realm were crushed. With seemingly all the odds stacked against him he followed his friends goals to become a town guard or join the Paladin Order as he couldn't even afford proper equipment otherwise. However this near death experience has drastically changed his mindset, relighting his passion but also a deep anger after having his loved ones and hometown attacked.

-Unlike his Grandfather who was a terrible Lumberjack but great with animals, and his father who is fantastic at both. He himself has become a great lumberjack but lacks an affinity for taming animals, only having success with his fathers animals already trained.

### Appearance

-Wears a rough cloth cloak dyed red and yellow with natural dyes from local flowers. It is crudely made to resemble flames with a black sketched depiction of the Battle of Volga'pepel, a story that has stuck with him after learning about it at school.

-Underneath his flame cloak is a metal device strapped around his abdomen his mother made for him. With it he can teleport like his little companion Yeomen. His mother was recently tinkering with it and he assumes she upgraded it in some way as she let out a sigh once he put it back on.

-Week old wound on his neck mostly healed

## Relationships

Bosco Kingull - My loving father. I had a deal with my father, when I was to join the Order, that at the seasons end I could have the old lumber mills saw as metal to forge a sword and we could buy a new mill blade for the next season. However with my father half unconscious I took it upon myself, after three days the blacksmith was completed and that's when I ventured the the forest alone, a week after the attack to retrieve my Grandfathers axe.

Ccelina Kingull - My loving mother whom is reluctant of me leaving to hunt the wolves, but was much more comfortable knowing I was with a group of my good friends.

Yeoman - My fathers Sparrow, Yeoman of Youmin. He always said "If you can make a friend with a little worker of the land, you can't be half bad"

Jakely Amador - One of my best friends.

Zephyran Liondel - One of my best friends I grew up with and went to his parents school. Until very recently was planning on joining the Paladin Order and signing up when Zephyran did.

Socotra Veran - One of my best friends and is strangely one of my fathers favorite friends of mine. Its a strange combination of him being one of my only friends not actively perusing some sort of combat career, both being Lumberjacks and having an affinity for animals. Possibly because he is also a tree.

Faerin Vincenzo - Used to be rivals to the point of bullies to one another when we were very young. Other than town festivals and such we haven't talked to each other too much especially the last few years as we were both busy in our own professions. Both surprised and unsurprised that he is joining Jakely and the rest of us, I don't know his relationship with the others and hope he doesn't carry a grudge.

## Character Inventory

* Class / Warrior
* Cornerstone / Reborn
* Attribute / Sigil of Flame

Passives
Abilities* Warrior / Whiplash
* Warrior / Grindstone

Former* Any Traits/Abilities/Supplies lost during the Campaign
* Weapon / Blood Stained Greatsword
* Weapon / Battle Hardened Axe
* Treasure / Pocket Portal Device
* Treasure / Amplification Wand
* Treasure / Ice Spirit Shield-O-Trackers

Companions* Companion / Sparrows

Former* Anything you lost/Broke/or just misplaced during the campaign.