Urthwyte

# About Urthwyte

### **Description**

Urthwyte is a mighty teenage badger, nearly reaching maturity. He has matted white fur on his torso, with black fur on his legs and arms as well are stripes on his back and head. He also has a single silver stripe down the center of his face. He usually wears custom-tailored blue leather tunics. He also wears blue-colored brigandines or a cuirass under a cloak. He often chooses to hide his armor under a cloak or another tunic layer. At his full height, he towers over most creatures.

### **General Personality**

Urthwyte is, simply put, a gentle giant. He wanders the Wilderness and has much of it memorized, occasionally stopping at communities to trade  and helping travelers on the road. He pulls an extremely large wagon behind him, that keeps his equipment, wares, sleeping accommodations, and most of his worldly possessions. It also doubles as a small sailboat. He is an accommodating and decently generous person,  sometimes preferring profit, but always being reasonable. He loves being around children and will always make time to play games with them. For his friends and colleagues, as well as those who have treated him kindly, he is fiercely loyal and protective. He is also a mercenary, a capable of being a brave commander or bold warrior on the battlefield.

### **Biography**

Urthwyte was born into a community of about forty or so Badgers living in the commune of Brockhall. Located on a coastal forest on a peninsula south of The Duchy of Skinks, it was a prosperous sea stop for shipping throughout the Skink routes near The Cat Empire, Pandemonium, The Chicken Kingdom, and the Ririss Lands. He was born into the ruling family, the Urth clan. From a young age, he was trained, like all others in the commune, in the arts of foraging, sailing, and combat. He learned his legacy as a Sagaxus, and as he aged and interacted with traders, he began to pick up on languages quickly. His brother, Haxu, was born to him when he was only 10, and he cherished him forever. When his legacy ceremony occurred at 13, he was given the title Urthwyte the Mighty for his superbly defined physical prowess. When his brother attained the age of 13, his prowess was more in the knowledge that he kept, so he was Haxu the Wise. Only two years would pass when disaster struck, where Brockhall was attacked by corsairs from the sea, who slaughtered the village and burned it to the ground. Urthwyte, along with Haxus and some other fit Badgers, were taken aboard the ship to be sold as slaves. It was only hours until Urthwyte broke free after the corsairs docked at another port and were raided by a rival clan. He searched for his fellow badgers, but in the chaos, he couldn’t find any of them. He was forced to flee and eventually made it back to the commune. In the ashes, he built a stone monument to the commune, grabbed the supplies and weapons that survived in his father’s secret cave, and walked into the wilderness. There, he survived and built his wagon-sailboat before setting off to find his brother. Now, he travels from place to place, trading and helping those in need, searching for badgers like him, and hopefully, his brother.

### **Headcanons**

* Urthwyte does still have a concealed cave in the thick woods near the ruins of Brockhall, but he rarely travels there. He keeps spare weaponry and equipment there to repair his possessions.
* He only wears his knightly sword, and even then, he tries to conceal it. His Partizan and Longbow with arrows are usually kept on the covered wagon.
* Urthwyte’s wares are usually herbs and foraged vegetables. He also carries personal messages between communities living on the edges of the kingdoms.
* In his wagon, he also carries a large case that is under his bedding. The case includes his large shield and his plate armor.
* Urthwyte is an expert in combat, utilizing both ranged and melee weapons, along with barehanded combat. He also knows how to forage, sail, cook, and has very sharp survival skills.
* Urthwyte is also a master of battle tactics, with a book of ancient strategies as one of his most well-read books. As a commander, he is effective, loyal, and brave. He has been hired as a commander for no kingdoms yet, but he is known in the wilderness for helping train and lead small communities against raiders or highwaymen.
* Urthwyte’s wagon actually doubles as a small sailboat. The covering on the wagon is actually the sail, and the wagon body itself is built in a way that it can function as a flat-bottomed sailboat. The wheels can be folded and stored easily inside the storage area without too much trouble.

### **A Short Story**

Urthwyte whistled softly under his breath, the wind blowing softly over his fur. The wagon creaked behind him, the wheels cruising easily over small rocks and through indents in the path. Today was a good day. He had woken up and on his morning training, seen a patch of Feverfew. With the upcoming cold seasons, he predicted that the herb’s fever-reducing properties would be appreciated. He paused his whistling to heft the cart over a particularly large rock that happened to be in his way before continuing on his way.

He knew something was wrong when he got back onto the main path and saw nothing. He frowned, as the sun was low, the day still early. Normally, the area would be filled with creatures picking the roadside herbs, but today, it was desolate. He sniffed the air experimentally and froze.

Smoke.

He abandoned the cart immediately, sprinting towards his destination, As he grew closer, the black clouds of smoldering fires began to permeate the sky, only making him run faster.

He arrived right at the gates, his sword in his hand already, the long blade looking quite a bit smaller in his massive paws. Without a thought, he charged in, just in time to deflect a cutlass slash from killing a young female vole. Without a second thought, he slashed the offender’s throat before charging into the fray, throwing enemy soldiers left and right. His claws slashed through the throat of another, his sword piercing through the skull of two more. His distraction bought enough time to allow the town’s guard a small reprieve as arrows rained down on Urthwyte’s torso, causing him to roar in pain as he continued to slaughter the raiders, staggering slightly.

As the raiders charged forward and began to attack, Urthwyte rose to his full height, revealing his normally gentle green eyes turning a bloodshot red.

He breathed once deeply as he bellowed the forgotten, but not lost, war cry of the Brockhalls.

“EUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!”