by Tolgar Cotterill on March 17th, 2017, 11:40 pm
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CONCEPT
Tolgar is a modest man; humble in victory, but gracious in defeat. He wishes not for the grandeur or fame of the epic adventurers (though he is not opposed to partaking in said adventures), but for the simpler things in life. A life of combat has left Tolgar hardened, but not heartless. While he may not go out of his way to do good, he certainly leans toward it when presented with a conundrum.
HISTORY
Tolgar was born and raised amongst the farmers and manual labourers of Syliras, and as such was taught the meaning of hard work from a young age. His mother, a potter, and his father, a farmer, worked day-in, day-out to provide for the small family of three, granting Tolgar an immense amount of respect and appreciation for those who worked. On the contrast, Tolgar's developing mind was infatuated with the Syliran Knights. Their tales of epic quests and chivalry were like that of a fairy tale, and Tolgar found a great sense of security, safety and awe when in their presence. As with most childhood fairy tales, their magic eventually faded. As Tolgar grew and became more aware of his surroundings, he found the Syliran Knights to be pompous, rude and arrogant, a far cry from how he once perceived them. However, the tales of their quests still resonated in his mind. He'd never strayed far from the city walls, and never without his parents.
When he was but a teen, Tolgar sought fit to prove himself to be more than common stock and left the safety of the city to find, and slay, a beast. Carrying a backpack with less than ample supplies, and nothing but his father's trusty hand-axe, he set out into the bronze woods. The first day of searching revealed nothing of import. The second day saw to be much more interesting. Tolgar happened upon a beast, of sorts, feasting upon its fallen prey in a clearing. He approached, as quietly as possible, then struck with his axe. The beast roared, turned, and set its attention directly onto Tolgar. He recognised his mistake, and turned tail as fast as he could, bounding aimlessly through the woods with the beast hot on his heels. To his dismay, the beast was gaining on him. Tolgar yelled out for aid, but none would come, for that he was certain. He felt a strong shove, and was sent tumbling down to the ground. The beast was above him, biting and clawing. Tolgar flailed helplessly with his axe, but to little avail. An arrow thudded into the beast, and before it could react, Tolgar's father charged into the beast, toppling it down and away from Tolgar. His father slashed and wailed with a two-handed wood-cutter's axe, while another man loosed arrow after arrow. After a short battle, the beast was felled, but not before dealing a great many injuries to Tolgar's father.
Tolgar's father eventually succumbed to his wounds after infection set in. With the passing of his father, he took up his trade as a permanent job role, using the skills his father had taught him. He spent some years becoming an independent man, and shortly thereafter, Tolgar reached adulthood, still plagued by the memories of that fateful day. His teen hatred of the Syliran Knights eventually subsided, and was replaced by an ounce of respect as the implications of the 'quests' they completed set in.
Within a few years, Tolgar came into contact with several members of a relatively young, and local, mercenary guild. This guild was known as the Tusked Wardens. The Tusked Warden's main job description usually consisted of caravan guard duties, escorts and area clearance/survey, etc. The guild was no stranger to combat, but rarely experienced it in any major scale. After not wishing to live the same life as his father, Tolgar joined the guild. After several years in the guild, he had managed to hone his skill in use of a poleaxe to a competent level. The poleaxe allowed for the flexibility of having a long-reaching weapon, but also the versatility of a hammer, axe and spear combined into a single weapon. The life of a mercenary came much easier to Tolgar, as he found himself living with a purpose, rather than mindlessly working the fields to feed himself so that he may continue working.
The guild eventually disbanded, with some of the core members growing tired of the ways of adventuring. Tolgar returned to Syrilas, but was determined to find another group to join.
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