Brude

Monolith Conan Equivalent : Taurus

Energy

Quantity / Aggressive Recovery / Cautious Recovery

10 / 2-3-4 / 5-6-7

Movement

Free / Saturation / -1 / -2

2 / 4 ------------   8 / 10

Stats

Die / Reroll / Saturation

Combat  : Orange / No / 4

Ranged Combat : Orange / No / 4

Active Defense : Orange / No

Manipulation : Red / No / 4

Encumbrance Limit

11

Skills 

Name / Encumbrance Level

Feline Grace 6

Climb 6
Leap 6
Precision Strike 8
Lock-picking

Standard Equipment
Hyrkanian Sword, Shield

Background :

The big-boned Nemedian belched loudly, and so foul was his breath that even the mannered dancing girl sitting on his lap winced.

-  More !  More...of everything !

People had looked at him darkly at first, but Brude was hearty company, and generous.  He knew how to hold his audience, but he enjoyed listening too, and often boomed with laughter that was contagious, at least if you were not downwind.  Everybody took him to be a mercenary, and supposed that he was a good one at that.  Given his broad shoulders, scarred, muscled arms and the amount of silver that he was throwing about.

Out of the corner of his eye, Brude saw the innkeeper casting about for more ale and ham.  Nothing came up, so he took a heavy key out of his pocket and went to unlock the door to the cellar.  It was time to go.  The Nemedian delicately lifted up the girl and placed her on her feet, bowed to the gathering, left a dozen silver coins on the table for the next round and one more besides, and strode to the entrance.  He moved with surprising, lightning grace that utterly belied his weight, and yet played on that bulk so that people instinctively moved out of his way.  His obvious mastery of the heavy sword slung over his back no doubt helped them make up their mind.

Thus he was already out of the door and into the heavy, perfumed air of Khoraja when the innkeeper let out a long, unending wail.  Brude, not one of the finest thieves to come out of Nemedia, but the finest, took a gold coin out of his purse and bit into it with relish.  It was all that was left of his haul.

-  No need to complain, innkeeper, he smiled to himself.  I gave nearly all of it back, didn't I ?


Campaign History :

The Nemedian had been plying his trade for three years in the city of Agraphur, when he was hired for a princely sum by a Turanian diplomat.  This led him to the northern Turanian town of Yaralet, where he identified one the conspirators plotting, for unknown reasons, against his employer's life.  He then followed his employer westwards, fighting against the alliance of Hyperborea and northern Turan emirs.

It was Brude who laid low the demon that the Hyperboreans were trying to raise...and who earned the eternal enmity of the White Hand by slaying one of their own !

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When he decides to rob a Temple of Ibis, in the company of Ethelgylth, Brude is caught up in the deeds of the Veiled One.  An ally of circumstance with Nuala, he makes the acquaintance of the Priestess Icilia by knocking her out and unceremoniously carrying her out of the temple door, whilst burdened down with the sacred treasure he has just stolen !

Pursued through the Kothian Desert by Aetulla and his soldiers, Brude is badly hurt by a Stygian Assassin whilst protecting Nuala from Stygian soldiers, so as to ensure her escape with much-needed supplies.

Their continued flight takes them the cursed city of Ula Aethel, where Brude plays a borderline game that leads to the death of the necromancer Aetulla, but, in the dying minutes of the night, allows the serpent-demon Stthag to slip the magical bonds holding her.


XP :
+1 XP from the Temple of Ibis adventure
+1 XP from the Hunger Games adventure 

+0 XP from the Set a Trap to Catch a Rat adventure

+1 XP from The Hunt adventure 

+2 XP from the Abandoned Village adventure

+8 XP from the Winged Horror adventure

 

Current Additional Equipment in the Ula Aethel campaign:
Sacred Treasure of the Temple of Ibis

Chainmail (instead of his Shield)

Current Wounds in the Ula Aethel campaign :
3