Aust Galanodel

Monk Urchin

Description:

Race: Wood Elf
Class: Monk
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Background: Urchin
Sex: Male
Age: 72
Hometown: None
Family: The Galanodel
Height: 6’7 "
Weight: 150 lbs

Bio:

Listen wanderer, to the story of a man’s life that has just begun.

I’ll try to keep from the dreary background of my childhood, but sufficeth it to say that I led a very tame life growing up in the woods of my youth. Nothing happened there. The monotony of the daily tasks made for a dreary life, one that I hoped to escape. As soon as I could physically fend for myself, I left my home and my family in those woods, and traded my life for a world that had so much to offer.

That day I left loved ones whom, I would come to find, I cherished above all else. If only I had known then what I know now…

I digress. This story brings us to a few years later during my city life. Due to conditions that were much harder than I had expected there, I had resorted to…. less than noble means of survival. I soon became acquainted with an unsavory group of pickpockets, thieves, and swindlers. I, however, had grown fond of the something a bit different: Gambling. I was one who, when the odds seemed against me, would strike a bargain with my luck to influence the outcome. I was good at it as well; no one had ever caught me in the act. Or so I thought.

One sunny afternoon at the tavern, I had my table set up in my typical corner. Seated right by the window with a view of the main road, I began my daily work. Most of the evening went uneventfully. As usual, I threw a few games to make myself appear legitimate, but made sure to win what I needed to keep afloat. As the night grew on, most of the social crew had departed the bar. Left behind were those grasping at the fringes of consciousness and attempting to stay upright in their seat.

An oddly sober fellow approached me, his face shadowed by his cloak— nothing uncommon in this part of town. He inquired after a game, and I informed him that the price to play would be out of his means of funding. Still, he sat and insisted that I deal.

The game proceeded normally; I detected no odd behavior. I even stayed my hand when the odds needed to be tipped. The game progressed, and as we played the odds began to swing further in his favor. It appeared as though I had all but lost, but when the final card was flipped, I had won. I was taken aback. Before the card had been flipped, I had already begun counting out the gold I potentially owed him and was wondering how I would pay for my next meal.

I sat there with a grin creeping its way onto my face. That was the wrong move on my end. The stranger leapt at me, and I was sprawled out on the ground before I noticed what was happening. His knife was shimmering through the air, already drenched in crimson. Deftly his dagger was dancing its way through my limbs. I, incapacitated by his position, was unable to fend for myself.

Suddenly a man stood from the bar, and swiftly kicked the man that would have been my end, squarely in the chest. Two blows later this man had forced the attacker across the room. The hooded figure then slipped through the window, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

My protector then collapsed; drunken beyond all comprehension. The two of us lay there, unable to help ourselves. Eventually I lost consciousness, which typically happens when one is losing that much blood.

I received a rude awakening when my head hit the solid floor of a wagon which was traversing a treacherous path up a steep mountain slope. I lay there attempting to gain some knowledge of what was going on. I recognized a large man directing the wagon in front of me. His figure appeared as a boulder perched on a tiny bench. Eventually we arrived home, or so I call it now. At that time it was a mysterious building atop the mountain we had been scaling.

It is here that my friend and teacher Taklinn, or as you know him, the wagon-boulder, taught me the the arts of being a Monk. Taklinnnursed me back to health, and taught me his ways. At first, I stayed because of his kindness, but ultimately remained because of what I was learning. I never again wanted to be taken off guard or be at the mercy of another bastard in the night.

I forgot to mention that I have a constant reminder of that evening and the debt that I now owe to Taklinn. That rouge took with him that night my left ear. Initially I loathed him for that, but I have grown accustomed to it. I now take it as a reminder of Taklinn.

Goodness, look at the time, I will get to the reason I am here. Taklinn. I finally have a chance to repay my debt to him. He has gone missing. He vanished in the night. It could be a drunken wandering, or it could be something a bit more devious in its origin, as of yet I do not know. All that those at the monastery know that he has been missing for longer than normal.

As the light grows dim I shall take my leave. Know that I will go with you on your adventures, but my only purpose for exploring is to return this man to what I have come know as home. If there is more to be had after this adventure, we shall cross that road if the need arises. For now, good evening. I take my leave.

Aust Galanodel

Into the Deep Zhawk