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Thoroark Kelhdrin

A Herculean Man who runs errands and odd jobs for the townsfolk, Aisha especially.

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a character in “The Path Well-Worn”, as played by duramon

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Thoroark Kelhdrin

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: -Thoroark Kelhdrin
Alias/Nicknames: - Ark
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Human
Nationality: – Willowspeak
Birth Date: - Unknown, Found as an orphan of 5 near Willowspeak, Decidedly the same day as Aisha's.
Age: - 26
Zodiac Sign: - By his Personality, Decidedly Scorpio
Descendent(of): - Orphaned,No information
Current Residence: - Willowspeak
Job/Profession: - Runs Errands for Aisha
Title: - Master
Allegiance/Alignment: - Chaotic Good

APPEARANCE
Height: - 7"1ft
Weight: - 280lbs
Build: - Muscular, As if he's been either fighting or lifting heavy objects all his life.
Eye Color: - Crystal Blue
Hair Color: - Black
Handedness: - Ambi-dexterous
Skin Shade/Color: - Slightly Tan
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - None







MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Straight
Relationship/Marital status: - None
Family/relatives: - Unknown
Sanity: - Sane
Friends: - Aisha
Mental Skills: - Whilst not a genius, Aisha made him study every night as well as running her errands. So he knows abit about everything, especially subjects such as geography and sorcery. The second being knowledge he gathered from Aisha herself.
Likes: - Aisha, Magic, Weapons, Smithing
Dislikes: - Evil, Thieves, Murderers, etc.
Hobbies: - Being an Errand Boy, Studying, Attempting to craft items.
Personality: – Thoroark is a curious and kind-hearted man who works hard at everything he does, however he knows little about his childhood or past and it seems to eat away at him at times. He is rather jolly and helpful to all, although even at his age he loves to cause mischief and despite his size regularly climbs on top of the local tavern with a stolen piece of bread. Of course after so many years its become some-what of a game to catch the giant oaf and he always pays for the bread, either with coin or repair jobs.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Currently Thoroark is fond of a rather large great-sword that to most is monstrously huge, nearing on two sword's length and already three in width, although when compared to the near giant it seems to be perfect in size to almost be wielded one-handed. The hilt is wrapped in bandage and the base of the blade has a large and well-decorated end that has a golden jewel adorning its center. He was told that the blade was found with him when he arrived at Willowspeak, apparently having lugged the chunk of metal for miles on a small piece of cloth that had been shred to pieces.
Combat Attire: – As of yet,he owns no armour and keeps in his normal attire for combat.
Accessories: – None
Miscellaneous: –
Two bottles of Fire Brew: Fire Brew is a free-flowing and glowing liquid that emits an orange hued light, The brew is a magical solution to the cold, quite literally putting fire in your gut to warm up the blood that flows through your body to keep you warm. Unfortunately the experience of your skin and muscle tissue changing to become immune to a magical fire that burns for hours is an uncomfortable and painful process,add to that veins and other bodily parts re-forming and re-shaping themselves to allow for the now much warmer blood to continue flowing and you have an extremely painful yet useful brew.

Two near scythe sized Ice-picks: Two Ice-picks hang at either side of the giant's waist around his belt, both near scythe-like in size and covered in various barbs and hooks to dig into the snow and ice, or in unfortunate cases the enemy. The handle is wrapped in a red bandage covered in miniscule bumps to help with grip, small chains and cords adorn the very base of each pick and are harnessed to the giant's wrists via two leather wrist-bands in case they are dropped or knocked from his grip.

A medium-sized rucksack: The rucksack usually contains food and a magical tome that he borrowed from Aisha as well as his coin pouch.
Current Coin: 23 Silver 30 Copper
Current Food: Three loafs of wheat bread, One loaf of sweet bread, Two legs of chicken and Half a chunk of Sweet Bread.
Ammount of Tome studied: 2%.
Spells Learnt from Tome: Minor Ward

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Prefers to use his great-sword and relies heavily upon his vast strength and stamina. Often using his huge form as a shield for others and taking large amounts of damage as a result,however curiously he has no scars. He has trained for hours with the weapon and others as well as spending a lot of time lifting heavy objects to help others and being forced to move around quite quickly. All in all as far as average citizens go,he is an extremely strong,durable and flexible fighter.
Hand-to-Hand: – Thoroark is a strong hand-to-hand fighter due to the sheer size of his fists and arms,as well as his unexpected speed considering his size. Although of course he can't out-maneuver a thief or rogue by any means.
Weapons Style: – Uses a Great-sword in combat or his fists, is experienced with most weapons especially swords or large weapons.
Special Abilities: – Gargantuan Strength: Due to his sheer size and years of working hard and training his strength and durability near inhuman levels, many liken him to the old tales of Hercules, compliments he soon waves away.

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: - Knows a single warding spell that creates a temporary barrier that can hold weak attacks at bay
Rune Magic: - None
Elemental Magic: - None
Psychic Magic: – None
Conjuring Magic: – None
Enchantment Magic: – None
Space/Time Magic: – None
Arcane Magic: - None

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – Single
Family: – Unknown
Known Languages: – English,Basic,Ancient Dwarvish
Proficiency(Affinity): – Smithing, Melee Weapons, Basic Archery, Geography
Personal History/Background: - Unknown
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - None

ANY OTHER INFORMATION:
None as of yet

So begins...

Thoroark Kelhdrin's Story

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Needless to say, Michael was very much surprised. Surrounded as if by magic, the group of brigands popped up suddenly and without warning. A flicker of self-disappointment came and went for the merchant, but the time for such frivolous emotion was not at hand.

”Unless these folks are going to disagree with you, Thoroark, I do believe this confirms my suspicions of sabotage. I should have took bets while I had the chance.” Looking around slowly Michael counted about forty men, armed and dangerous. But whether or not their courage could hold was another story. That was not something Michael would usually leave up to chance.

”Gentlemen, if I may confer with my group for a moment I may be able to find a amicable solution to your demands.” Bringing his hands up above his shoulders to show he wasn't holding anything, Michael slightly leaned towards Thoroark and tried to keep a smile on his face.

”I could,” he spoke in a hushed tone,”try to convince them to take just me instead and let the rest of you go on with your mission. Depending on how much they ask, you may be able to pay using what's in the cart I came in on. Let's face it, I've spent most of my usefulness on that Treant and I don't believe I've got the constitution for a mountain climb. Plus you don't seem the type to just let me rot in shackles so I feel somewhat safe in that. Should I try or what?”

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He frowned as his tent was kicked and started pulling his gear back on, buckling his pauldron back into place as he heard the voices. Bandits this far up the mountain? Either they had followed the merchant's wagon, or someone had hired them to attack the group specifically. For some reason, he suspected the later. Slowly he lifted the very bottom of the back flap to his tent. Just from where he was, he could see three bandits spread out to surround the group. Well, they were in for quite a rude awakening. They didn't seem to be paying attention to the tent, perhaps not knowing he'd been inside. This was probably going to be his only shot!

He silently drew his sword and unlaced the back flap of his tent... Then he shot out from the tent like an arrow loosed from bow, covering the distance in less than a second. The first bandit died bloody, Allan's sword slicing him open from waist to shoulder, blood flying into the air and freezing as it hit the cold ground. He ran to the next one, but this bandit had time to raise his weapon, though his eyes were wide with shock. Allan charged at the man, but stepped off to the side as the bandit swung his weapon, then leapt through the air whilst slicing, neatly cutting the man's jugular. He landed in the snow and leapt again to the next man, flying nearly ten feet into the air! He kicked his heavily armored feet behind him, the force of that sending him into a sort of midair somersault with a sword attached to it. The bandit blocked, but the force of the blow broke the man's weapon and both of his wrists. Allan's sword kept going, cutting deeply into the man's collar bone and into the ribcage. Allan pulled his weapon out of the lifeless corpse and scanned the immediate area. Lots more bandits. Allan growled with rage and charged at the next bandit, sword at the ready. Allan disliked the idea of killing others, but by no means would he hesitate to send them all to their graves!

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Thoroark grimaced as Allan leaped from the tent, killing the bandit's in a messy manner without half a thought. The giant growled and rushed forward towards his ally reaching his arm out and grabbing the young smith by his throat while he charged. Stopping the fool before he could hurt their chances anymore then he already had with his behavior. The giant instantly sheathed his sword upon his back and flung the boy behind him, utter disregard to where or how he landed. Looking directly at the bandit leader,his fist clenched tightly in anger,how could he have not seen this? He turned back to look at Michael and shook his head once before rolling his shoulders and straightening up.

"We have no chance against so many, They made it up to us and they don't look tired or injured at all, They either came from below or live in the peaks area...They are way out of our league....at least right now. This, is what is called a perfect trap on the peak....There ain't just monsters up here and I should have thought that through before bringing you ALL up here." He said, loud and clear before a stabbing pain filled his head, The giant pawed at his eye for a moment, his arm's tensing up as he fell to his knees. The pain spreading through him so quickly, so rapidly....It felt like an eel was tearing it's way through his body,writhing through his soul and his form couldn't take it. The giant thumped his fist into the ground and then just...fell. Collapsed and unconscious on the ground, a sickly black glow hidden and barely showing from under his eye.

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The black glow from under the giant's eyelid worried Michael immensely, but he wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't planned by the creators of the ambush. Thankfully, the giant still seemed to be breathing. Keeping his hands raised to show he wasn't holding anything, Michael shrugged his shoulders and looked to Allan.

"I don't think that sword will be much use. We can't defend Thoroark and they'll take him and I hostage to make you stop. I think our wizard and archer have thankfully both wandered off, but even if they were here we'd be in trouble."

The merchant tilted his head towards Thoroark and addressed what seemed to be the leader, hoping to be amicable and charm some information from the brigands surrounding them before he was jammed into some cage or prison to wait.

"That'll be from that crystal his employer got in the mail, right? Judging by you asking us to come along quietly, I'm guessing you wanted this group alive. Cursed to disable after being viewed, I'd imagine. Where'd you get it? I want one."