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Killian II the Slayer

My name is Killian Wilkjest, my people call me The Slayer, for when wolves attack my people, it is my blade they call upon to save the herds.

I am an easterner, but only in name, and size. My mother, a woman of the east, was given me by the unholy union of a man from the west, taking her in her home one night, against the fires and screams of her slaughtered kinsman.

I was born on the field of battle. There was a man with her that day, the chief of our tribe. Though my mother raised me on her own, fed me, taught me to hunt, and cook, it was the chief, my new father, who made me a man.

Though my people did not scorn me, my russet hair and volcanic eyes drew no question that I was different from my kin. I often feel the hatred for me, and the man who fathered me, burning hot behind their black eyes.

I find myself often in the company of mixed folk. Most often brigands or rangers. Wether he makes his coin through force, or defense, a man who's loyal to his mates is worthy to fight with me any day.

I seek one day to make coin within the law, while keeping my blade sworn only to myself. Perhaps I will take to hunting monsters, there is always good coin to be found in their pelts, and in the villages that wish them gone.

I need no power over other men, nor would I wish it. No man should live in chains, be them to a master, or a king. I seek only to wander until I breathe my last. Let me live deep whilst I do, let me taste the sting of wine on my tongue, the arms of a lover around me. I seek not for fame, nor fortune. I live, I love, I slay, I burn with life, and I am content.

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It was a loud, and raucous night at the tavern Killian had sat down to a mug of ale, while a band of brigands was using the venue to celebrate the success of a rather bountiful raid on a small village a few miles south of the town. After a few hours, the men had succumbed to drink, and they were beginning to cause concern.
The tavern owner slipped Killian some coin, and Killian promptly threw the band of men from the bar. Messantia, captain of the town guard, was in the bar at the time, the two exchanged some whispers about the event, and what a man of Killian's unique heritage is to do in a town such as this. The two became fast friends, and Messantia took it upon himself to teach The Slayer the ways of civilization.

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