Aeron Mandol

Camberlite monk in exile.

Description:

Appearance: Human; Tan skin; stubbly hair on head and face; resembles Statham somewhat. Tan linen trousers.
Personality traits: Quiet but well spoken when needed
Ideals: Self control and Self improvement
Bonds: Defend the week
Flaw: Easily provoked
Weapons: Unarmed & Ki attacks; Darts
Tool Proficiencies: Simple weapons, Shortswords; Artisan’s Tools
Skill Proficiencies: Acrobatics, Athletics, Stealth, Survival
Saving Throw Proficiencies: Strength; Dexterity
Trinket: A shard of obsidian that always feels warm to the touch
Alias: Babblebrook

Bio:

“I came to Fonhenge for one thing: survival. I didn’t know what else to do, where else to go. For the past 10 years I was cloistered in the monastery to the north, but I’m not welcome there anymore. I’ve always had a fiery temper, and it got the best of me, again. So, I’m heading to the nearest town to try and find some work as a bodyguard. Fighting is all I know, so I hope someone could use my services. I’m alone, and I have nothing left.

“My parents were good, honest people. Both farmers like their parents before them. I came from a small, small village, but that didn’t stop me from getting into trouble at every possible turn. They tried their best, to raise me to be a good person, to teach me the ways of the world, to love me. We had a big family, my grandparents, aunt and uncle, and their 5 kids all lived with me and my 3 brothers. We were all crammed in that little house, so we spend most of our time outside.

“There were plenty of other kids in the village too, and we’d all be goofing around in the creek, playing ‘swords’ with sticks in the woods. There was no bigger day for this than the ”/wikis/Lammasalia/new" class=“create-wiki-page-link”> harvest festival. Everyone was there including the village leader Albion and his foolish son Myro. The kid had nothing better to do than to pick on other kids, including me and my brothers.

‘That day he was relentless with my little brother Pip, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped on a barrel and leaped at him, knocking him over, and then kept punching him over, and over. He looked like a freshly slaughtered cow, his face was a bloody mess. I never saw him again after that, but I heard he couldn’t open his eyes for weeks. My parents didn’t know what to do, it sounded like Albion was ready to throw me into the well. So they sent me far away to the monastery, so I could learn to control myself."

The morning of the day Cherry, Valdosta and Yarles will reach the gates of the city, Aeron flees the Camberlite Monastery of the Ten Mowels.

That morning, Aeron – frustrated with the difficulty of his elemental training and angered by the uncharacteristically negative comments of the monastery’s water master – tipped his massive earthenware basin at the little master and found himself outside the monastery’s walls.

Just as the three short folks come upon an overturned cart surrounded by a knot of concerned villagers blocking the Traveller’s Road, a troubled looking human in monk’s garb rushes up, similarly stymied by the obstruction. The four strike up a conversation. Val, though she may not show it, is interested in talking to someone familiar with the monastery. Aeron, eager to lose himself in the bustle of Fonhenge welcomes the company of a group of strong strangers.

Aeron Mandol

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