Your weapon has always been an extension of your arm, or even your soul. Your armour feels as natural to you as a soft silk robe would to a pampered noble. It wasn't always that way. You had to work hard to get to where you are. It took countless afternoons, stretching on into evenings, of drills and practice. And now, ahh, to feel your blade slice cleanly through cloth and flesh. That satisfying crunch when your fist collides with bone. Whether you were a lone wolf, feared by anyone to cross your path, an inspiring leader, training the next generation of legionaries, or an master of martial arts, seeking enlightenment, you were well respected, looked up to for your combat expertise, your strength at arms, your battlefield prowess, or even just your raw brute ferocity. Those that could stand against you were few and far between.   You saw Suns-Set as an opportunity, whether to show off your own skill in the face of apocalypse, to inspire people to persevere, to do your part in making sure that as many as possible could survive, or simply to test yourself against all odds. The hordes of monsters released by the fractured land died in their multitudes before you. But even you are just one man. You can't fight the ending of the world. It seems that Dovradu is finally getting what he wants.   Well, you made it. And not just you. Whether you were just out to save your own skin or were instrumental to getting these people to safety, you have found yourself among this motley group. They are all survivors just like you, but the cost of survival seems to be high. The trip through the Maw to this new frontier they are calling Thora was costly. You could feel alien tendrils seeping into your mind. You fought them as best you could but after lurching through the other side of the portal, you found yourself feeling as inept as on your seventh name-day. The steel in your hand feels unfamiliar, and your armour is a heavy burden upon you. All those drills, all that training seems like a foggy memory. You stumble through your footwork, nearly falling on your face. This won't do. You have always strove for physical perfection and battle mastery and this little hiccup isn't about to stop you.

An insignia of rank awarded after a feat of great bravery or trophies taken from a dangerous and fearsome enemy, a spotless military uniform or the robes of an enlightened master or fearsome battle gear covered in fetishes, a chess board or a set of bone dice or a deck of cards, and a pouch containing 10 gp.

Claim to Fame

You've accomplished many great deeds, but there is one that you are best known for. It's all people usually talk about when they meet you, but with a great deal of hard work and dedication, perhaps one day you will outdo it and all of this new world will know of you. Choose or randomly determine the task which made all of Dalatia learn your name.   Claim to Fame 1d8

1. I singlehandedly held a mountain pass against horde of a hundred savage invaders.
2. I was the tactician who devised the plan that led to my army's victory against all odds facing an army of greatly superior number.
3. On my own or with the help of a small band of comrades, I slew a legendary beast from the depths of the abyss.
4. I foiled an elite group of assassins hired to kill a royal or noble of extreme note.
5. I slew a mighty opponent of great renown in single combat in a duel witnessed by many.
6. I rescued one or more high ranking royals or nobles who were taken prisoner by powerful enemies.
7. Against all odds, I made it home after being left for dead in a hostile and dangerous land.
8. I lead a revolt to overthrow a powerful government or institution.

 

Mater-at-Arms

You may have lost much of your ability but you still are more of a weapons expert than many of your fellow refugees. You still know the drills and there are many here that can benefit from your training. Over the course of a month, you can impart weapon proficiency for a single weapon to one player.

1d8	Personality Trait
1	Fear is something that lesser people feel.
2	With one look at a battlefield, I can easily devise a plan to beat the odds.
3	I expect others to defer to my skill and experience.
4	You can't get as far as I have without suffering loss along the way, I have trouble making new friends lest I lose them as well.
5	I exude confidence, in the way that only someone with hundreds of victories to their name can.
6	Killing a man bothers me no more than a butcher killing a sheep.
7	I do what I do because people need me.
8	When I do something, I pour everything that I am into it.

1d6	Ideal
1	Justice. Wrongs should not go unpunished and good deeds should not go unrewarded. (Lawful)
2	Might. Destroying those weaker than you never gets old. (Evil)
3	Freedom In this new land, we will not allow ourselves or others be oppressed! (Chaotic)
4	Integrity I will do what is right no matter the cost, and the costs have been high. (Good)
5	Camaraderie I've only gotten this far by relying on my allies. We will always have each other's backs. (Neutral)
6	Dedication The only reason I've achieved what I have is through hard work and fierce resolve. Giving your all pays off in the end. (Any)

1d6	Bond
1	I chased my nemesis through the Maw. They're out there in the wild somewhere and I mean to get revenge for the wrongs done to me.
2	I bear a great magical weapon, passed down from my ancestors. It was lost when the undead assailed us after we had passed through the Maw. I will do anything to recover it.
3	My mentor taught me everything I know and I owe everything to him. I must see that they make it through the portal to this new world.
4	I will see that the institution I serve becomes a great power here in this new world.
5	I will lead these refugees to found a great new civilization.
6	I carry with me mementos of my fallen allies. I will honour their memories in this new land.

1d6	Flaw
1	I drink to forget the smell of death from my countless battles.
2	I know my plan is always the correct one and I have a hard time accepting the ideas of others.
3	I feel lost without clear directions from my superiors.
4	Releasing the blood of my enemies is an addicting high that no drug could ever hope to match.
5	I killed someone in a duel and now their child has sworn revenge.
6	I have my orders and it is not for me to question their ethics.