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       Blaster
       By: Rognvaldr Date: May 6, 2014, 3:37 pm
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       Blaster
       Race: Human
       Class: Fighter
       Alignment: Lawful Neutral
       Home: A village of Lyrabar, 5 miles east of the Gray Forest
       Blaster's childhood is mimicked perhaps too similarly by his
       adulthood. He often wandered off from home on adventures into
       the woods, lakes, and other wilds around his village near the
       Gray Forest. These childhood adventures were glaringly "far too
       dangerous" for someone so young, yet he always went in seemingly
       ignorant of the demon-tricksters, wolves, bears, goblins, and
       other beasts. He knew only the following: he was ferociously
       strong, he was hungry, and his parents couldn't afford enough
       food for his appetite. By the age of 11 he had slain and eaten
       most of the large edible (and "inedible") prey and predators
       around his village, he had hiked tens of miles in every
       direction, and was banned from playing "knockers's" with the
       neighbor youths. At 12 years old he saw a flyer for "King
       Rognvaldr's Adventuring Elite," he renewed his holy vows of
       nephalism, asked what direction Bardertown was, and left.
       Upon reaching Bardertown, he was exhausted, broke, and hungry.
       The first thing he did was enter a bar named "The Gutted Hog's
       Harlot" (of course he couldn't read that). He ordered "scibby"
       (a drink from his hometown much like apple juice), but what they
       brought him was, "THA BEST DAEMN SCIBBY I NEVER HAD!!!!"  He
       asked, "what kine apple ya pout in this?" But, because no one in
       the bar that day could understand him, it was never made clear
       to Blaster that the "scibby" they gave him was in fact malt
       beer, not apple juice. To this day, he believes himself to be an
       abstinent man, devoid of any indulgences in alcohol, and true to
       his holy vows.
       Within the hour, Blaster had started two separate bar brawls in
       what is considered the toughest tavern in Bardertown. A Captain
       of Rogvaldr's guard was called in to break up the fighting, but
       upon entering the tavern, he saw only the final blow of
       Blaster's beer-stein on to Bardertown's most-wanted, who had
       been hiding out in The Gutted Hog's Harlot. Later that evening
       Blaster was brought in to the guards and conscripted at the age
       of 13.
       The next 10 years are essentially the above story, repeated with
       varying details, until Rogvaldr finally set him on his first
       official adventure, to assist a band of travelers on a mission
       to Denerim.
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