Sentinel Brandbane

Made by a hungry Dima.

## About

A sentinel of the Ascalon Dragonbrand, Recidivus Brandbane has served since the forming of the Brand, being amongst the founding warbands. Deploying rabid brute force and an uncanny resilience in dealing with the Branded has earned him the rank of Captain... and a dubious nickname.

## History

### *Distant past;*

Long long ago, in a galaxy far awa-.. hold on. Wrong culture. Let me rephrase that; Long ago, in the Mistbound planet, all relatively enlightened nerds -*not those filthy WoW peasants*- know as Tyria, there once was a race of large demon-cats straight from the depths of Oblivion -*most likely a Skooma dream from Sheogorath*, that ruled a substantional part of the known world. Somewhere in that time some cub -*read Charr kid*- was born on the slopes of a volcano, moments before being snatched and dropped in some fahrar -*read Spartan kindergarten*- down south, in the capital of the Iron Legion. The cub grew up, joined a warband and laid siege to some human shanty-town whoms biggest asset was a wall that required more stone than you could find in the Shivers -*Because why build decent houses, if you can also make a humongous, nonsensical wall?*. Anyway, the siege failed due to some purplish Ogres -*We call that Branded nowadays-* steamrolling about 80% of the Charr trying to break in, and then proceeded to invade said Ebonhawke with crystal sticks -*so much more powerfull then Heavy-impact Shells, machine guns and other steampunk siegeweapons. You heard that right! You want to breach a fortress? Screw Sensible equipment, use Anet-devised plot-gear. Works like a charm.*

Anyway, the cub, all grown up and disillusioned with sieges, fought his way out of the bloodbath with what remained of his warband, then made his way up north alongside an unnatural scar in the landscape, back home. It got kinda screwed -*Ever been to Day's Labor*? With no home or reason left, the remains of the old warband joined up with other warbands which had begun to set up a perimeter around the newly formed Dragonbrand in the Iron Marches, and Blazeridge steps, renaming the warband to Brand warband in the process.

### *Recent history*

Due to long exposure to faulty DNA, dim lighting -*sunless skies in the Brand, all year round!-* and an unhealthy amount of Branded splinters and dust, his eyesight had slowly degenerated after twelve years of service. Now, anything beyond twenty meters is but a indecipherable mess. Unable to divulge hostiles from their background in the Purple Scar, he was asked -*read, ordered-* to step down, let the next generation of able Sentinels handle it, and instead take up the mantle of special agent, tasked with specific Brand-related tasks. A job he begrudginly agreed to after Kynarith Steelgrip herself pinned him down and threatened him with the death penalty for desertion.

## Proficiëncies

While mainly skilled in close-combat encounters, he's also an avid fan of spelunking, spearfishing and subsequently cooking said spearfished game, not afraid to try something new -*or obviously lethal*. Fluent in Ash symbols, and Iron Legion smithing, Brandbane makes for excellent one-manned missions in hazardous territories.

## Something of minimal value.

Like the amount of time you should spent on this page. Begone peasant.