Olithorpe Grimheim, The Warchaser
Cast out of the Council of First Rock, he wanders now the Marist Kingdom city of Pikesgate. He joined the heroes on the offer of more gold, and beer
Hair: Fair Blonde, worn long
Beard: Worn long, braided at the mustache
Complexion: Fair, if a bit ruddy/road-dusty. His nose is showing a little red from heavy drinking.
Clothing: Practical dressings, none of it appears to be finely tailored. Atop, rests a set of chainmail that appears well fit and worn.
Other things of note: An axe, a shield, and the typical accoutrements of an adventurer.
When the Council of First Rock began contemplating treatises and brokering peace, Olithorpe’s warmongering sensibilities were left in culture shock. In his mind, he was born a generation too late. Bred for war and trained in rudimentary combat as a youngling, he showed promise and was eager to train. Enamored by the stories of old, of war and glory, he sought to fulfill his destiny and become more than the average soldier. Oh the fickle hands of fate. Before he was of age to join battles at large, the Council lapsed into peace talks; their interests now lay with comforts rather than conquests.
For 5 years he halfheartedly participated in militia and guard postings, even serving(briefly) as an outrider. His prowess in combat has since lost it’s edge and he’s gained some weight, losing himself in the drink at every waking moment. Yet, something changed when he hit his lowest. Cast out for disgraceful misconduct, rumors floating in ale houses told of unrest in[Cardinal Direction Relative between First Rock and Pike’s Gate], such tales set the fires in his belly again to smoulder, and so the winds of fate drew him to the Marist Kingdom where he seeks new fortune and glory. It is in Pike’s Gate that he sits. Watching and waiting for his moment, eager to make his mark.
A dulled edge. An unhinged, voracious fighter set loose upon the land.. chasing the ghosts of war.