Nations on the Move
Mysterious man in the party, none know his story, and hopefully they never will
“The Brother-hood shall be re-banded, until then I am a lone agent for my Queen.”
Likes: The thrill of a chase, punishing the evil for their deeds, hoping for the reunion of The Brotherhood, and most of his ‘companions’ (most likely the ones who don’t prod to much about him)
Dislikes: Scoundrels, “Evil-doers”, threats to the group (both in and out of the group), that damn necromancer…..what was his name? And now Droam for what they have done now, least I think it is Droam.
Brandis was born in a small, no-name, village on the outskirts of a Areksul. His father, Alan, one of the local counselors, and his mother, Emma, a seamstress, did there very best to raise a young Brandis….until the war came. His village torn asunder due to magical explosion all around, and he was caught in the middle of them. He opened his eyes to discover he was in an apothecary office, with a man standing over him. The man said it was a miracle Brandis had survived while no one else did, but not without a price. Scars and burns were all over his torso along with his right arm. His family….his friends….all gone, due to a war he knew nothing about.
After he recovered, Brandis had idea no where to go. So he lived on the streets, he refused the orphanage for an unknown reason. Eventually he learned the ways of the street pickpocket, stealing to survive, and lying through his teeth to get what he wants/needs. But one day that changed when he was but fourteen and he picked the wrong pocket.
As it turned out he picked the pocket of a local abbot, yet the ‘abbot’ looked nothing holy at all. He caught Brandis, grabbed his arm…but he did not strike him, the man just smiled at the boy. “Come with me lad,” the man said, “and I can teach you much more than street survival.” What did Brandis have to lose anyway, so he went with the man. They did not go the church in town, instead they headed outside of town towards an old tower near a cliff. “This,” the man pointed towards the tower, “is where we train.” But before Brandis could respond, the man opened the tower door to reveal many people scurrying around inside the tower. Some sparred each other, some were reading, some were debating each other, and some were practicing acrobatics. The man moves his hand across the room, “And these are your teachers and classmates.”
Brandis was the youngest but only by a few years, but he learned quick, and despite his age, shot towards the top of his class. He was fast, athletic, and somewhat intelligent. His ‘brothers’ taught him to read and write and the art of fighting. Many years later when Brandis was twenty, the man, “Father” Callahan, approached him and spoke of the real nature of their ‘brother-hood’. They were Avengers, but outsiders called them Holy Assassins in a none satisfied tone. At first Brandis was confused but then he accepted that. After he accepted them as Avengers, they started teaching him the ways of the Avengers. With his training, Brandis also accepted their teaching of the Raven Queen. Years later, Brandis being twenty-three, he was given his first assignment, but it involved the war that killed his childhood.
He was to kill a general of the enemy army, at night, in his camp. Luckily he wasn’t alone on this mission, he was accompanied by five other of his ‘brothers’. He was the only survivor, but barely, the target was dead but at the cost of his brothers and a lot of his blood and tissue. Brandis spent most of three months recovering from the vicious battle while the rest of the brother-hood trained and went on missions. After he recovered, “Father” Callahan informed Brandis that the organization was compromised so they must disband, for now at least. Callahan informed Brandis that one day the ‘brother-hood’ might re-form again and he would like Brandis to join them yet again. It was like losing his family all over again.
Now, Brandis just wanders from city to city to help whomever needs his services, be it stealth, protection, or assassination on their enemies. Brandis now waits for the reformation of the brother-hood, so he may have a purpose again.
Two year break…
Over the next two years, after the accidental destruction of Oakmist and the rise of New Haven and Syfka as its leader, Brandis traveled back to Willowbranch with the dragon shards he had found after the meteor struck. He gave the majority to Rander and Clara to help repay his debt of their hospitality to him. He stayed with them for several months making sure that their farm was well taken care of. He protected it against a small group of bandits that met their demise very quickly. After Brandis finished his visit with them, as he was leaving Rander and Clara told Brandis something most joyious…Clara was with child. Brandis, for the first time in many many months, smiled for both of them. At this news, Brandis went to Lord Carter and was able to make sure Rander and Clara were well taken care of whenever he wasn’t there. Brandis said his goodbyes and traveled back to New Haven, the new prospering city in Breland. He was immediately greeted with open arms from Sanden and Syfka, for they thought he was gone for good. He explained to them that he would stay in New Haven for months at a time and then go back to Willowbranch to visit his friends and then return again, Sanden and Syfka understood Brandis’ terms and welcomed him into the city.
Sanden tried to appoint Brandis to a public law enforcement of some sort but he refused to be in the public eye, he preferred to work behind the scene. After a year or so in New Haven, the citizens of New Haven gave the title of “The Silent Samaritan” to Brandis due to his silent yet great deeds. He did anything from busting up trouble makers in back alleys to helping the elderly cross the street. Despite his title though, people still feared and respected him due to his clothing, the black of the Raven Queen. He cared not what people thought, as long as he had a purpose again he was happy. Some days he spend hours just patrolling the roof tops just for fun, to let him know he has a place in this city.
After one year was done, Brandis returned to Willowbranch to visit Rander and Clara. They both were joyed to see him and introduce their little boy to him, Quinn. Brandis was able to hold Quinn in his arms, Brandis felt….peaceful. The troubles that have haunted him for so long seemed just to fade away while holding this new life in his hands. He stayed with Rander and Clara to help raise Quinn for many months. Rander and Clara asked Brandis if he would be Quinn’s godfather in case something happened to them, Brandis refused for he claimed that Quinn deserves a better godfather than he. Luckily Brandis was able to convince Lord Carter to convince one of the other noble families to be the godparents instead, it was better that way. After several months in Willowbranch, Brandis made his way back to New Haven.
It had been almost two years since the New Haven had been built upon the ashes of the fallen city of Oakmist. Brandis arrived to the city in a quiet yet optimistic way. He couldn’t wait to get back onto the rooftops and doing his ‘job’. Brandis continued his shadowed lifestyle until the two year anniversary….and that’s when things got bad…..it was about time.