Grog who alternates between Debauchery and Piety



Intelligence +0
Perception -1
Strength +2
Stamina +3
Presence +0
Communication -1
Dexterity +1
Quickness -1

Age: 27 Year Born: 1196 A.D. Height: 5’9" Weight: 159 lb’s Gender: Male
Decrepitude: 0
Warping Score: 0
Confidence: 0


Affinity with Carouse



Personality Traits

Loyalty -2, Lecherous +3. Brave +3


Dodge- Init -1, Atk n/a, Def +4, Dam n/a Fist- Init -1, Atk +4, Def +4, Dam +2 Kick- Init -2, Atk +4, Def +3, Dam +5 Dagger- Init -1, Attack +6, Def +4, Dam +5 Spear, Short Init +1, Atk +8, Dfn +6, Dam +7 Longbow- Init -3, Atk +10, Dfn +6, Dam +10
Soak: 6(Partial Leather Scale)
Fatigue Levels: Ok, 0, -1, -3, -5, Unconscious
Wound Penalties:-1(1-5), -3(6-10), -5(11-15), Incapacitated(16-20), Dead(21)


Devon Lore 2, Animal Handling 2, Athletics 2, Awareness 3(4 xp), Bows 5, Brawl 3, Carouse 5(6 xp), Charm 1, Chirurgy 2, Etiquette 1( 2 xp), Folk Ken 2, Guile 1, Hunt 2, English 5, Single Weapon 5(16 xp), Stealth 2, Survival 2, Swim 2, Latin 0(6 xp)


Longbow with Arrows and Quiver, Short spear, Partial Leather Scale Armour, Dagger. Simple Grey Breeches, Shirt and Hooded Cloak. A metal cross rather larger than one would normally wear around your neck.


Edward is a local of Devonshire and has served his time; as a guard in a local baron’s household; as hired muscle for Merchants, and slightly less sightly jobs. What has defined him through much of his life is this; Edward loves the Lord. He has taken every word he ever heard a cleric utter to heart, and is terrified of burning in hell. He never blasphemies, he never takes the lords name in vein, and he goes to confession and mass far more than one of his station and occupation would normally attend such things.

The Problem is that Edward also loves his women and drink. This leads to a somewhat vicious cycle, in which he ends up downing too much of the stuff, gambling away money or loosing it to ‘loose women’ and than reproaching himself for it in acts of denial and contrition, until the whole thing starts over again. The rest of the Grogs are onto it a bit now, but still, they can’t really decide which is worse; when he’s at his drunkest, given that he can drink the rest of the covenant under the table. Or when he’s at his most pious.


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