Spoiler (Anzeigen)Str 16 (+3), Dex 18 (+4), Con 12 (+1), Int 14 (+2), Wis 10 (+0), Cha 10 (+0)
Attributserhöhung : -
Actionpoints: 5 (1d6)
Base Atk. +1
Feats: 1a. Dodge; 1b. Weapon Finesse; 1c. Toughness
Skills: Acrobatics +5 (1), Knowledge (dungeoneering) +6 (1), Knowledge (engineering) +6 (1); Perform (Dance) +1 (1), Stealth +5 (1), Survival +4 (1)
Languages: Common (Khorvair), Orc, Goblin
Gear: Rapier, Chain shirt, Shortbow with Arrows (20), Explorer’s outfit, Signet ring of the Knights of Rekkenmark, Backpack, traveling papers, Trail rations (3), Waterskin
Goldgalifar: 5; Silversoldier: 0; Cuppercrown: 0
Spoiler (Anzeigen)Physical Description and Personality:
Mukrurak carries himself with the proud and militant bearing of a Karrnathi soldier and graduate of Rekkenmark Academy. His bleached steel chain shirt is battle-worn, but always impeccably polished, bearing the embossed symbol of the three faces of war that identifies him as a Karrnathi battle-champion und duelist of rekkenmark.
Spending the last seven years of his life in the Karrnathi military, first as a recruit and student at Rekkenmark Academy, then as a frontline warrior during the Last War has left Mukrurak with the lean, strong build of a professional soldier. He appears older than his age, his facial features having the sharp and chiseled look of a warrior that has known privation. His dark brown eyes are limned with crow's feet, and they have the intimidating thousand yard stare known in Karrnath as the "Eyes of the Wolf", a sure sign that one has witnessed the worst horrors that the Last War had to offer. Few folk trifle with one that has such a look to him, and Mukrurak is no exception. Though not overly tall or imposing, he carries himself with the quiet dignity and nobility of his knighthood, a trait that earned him the respect of soldiers even twice his age. His dark, almost blood-red auburn hair with an little touch of gray was cut short, in military fashion, a far cry from the long-haired style favored in the lands of his birth in eastern Karrnath and his style now after the day of mourning.
Mukrurak personifies the ideals and tenets of his three faiths, being both loyal, honorable, and self-sacrificing. The humility and rural sensibilities engendered in him while growing up as the second son of a country burgomaster in the tiny village of Barovia has never left him. Despite his ascension to the rank of major in the Karrnathi military and being a decorated hero and veteran of the Last War, he has remained humble.
This is not to say that Mukrurak is not fierce when it is called for. His training at Rekkenmark academy has removed anything remotely resembling hesitation in battle, and his tactical intelligence is still spoken of in the classrooms of his former instructors. Though he is slow to anger and cautious in battle, rarely does he show mercy to a deserving foe. He is a reluctant leader, but a leader nonetheless, and despite the self-doubt that he has carried with him since the day he left his homeland to forge his destiny, he has become the man he presumed his father always wished him to be.
But know, after the day of morning, everthing changes.
Background and History:
"Karrnath born in war. Karrnath, land of night. Karrnath, we salute you. Let the world marvel at our might!"
Mukrurak was born in the small village of Barovia, nestled in the shadows of the western Ashen Spires where the Karrn River meets the base of Mount Tharzil. Raised as the noble-born second son of the village's burgomaster, he was quiet and shy, a stark contrast to his boastful and popular brother, Ismark. Though Mukrurak's father, Kolyan Indirovich was a good and just man who loved all of his children, he was a widower, and his duties to the Duchy often left him preoccupied. For this reason, most of his attentions to family life were dedicated to teaching Ismark the duties that would eventually fall to him as his eldest heir.
As such, Mukrurak was often lonely, and to avoid the bullying of his elder sibling, he often sought the solace of the village church, where his best friend, Doru lived, the son of Danovich, the village priest of the three faces of war. For the young and forgotten Mukrurak, Doru became as a beloved brother, and Danovich almost a foster-father to him. The priest told both boys fabulous stories of Karrn the Conqueror, the early battles of the Last War in which he served as a young man, and the religious parables of his faith. Given that most folk outside of the wealthy nobles of Barovia favored the Blood of Vol, Danovich was always glad to see his teachings find purchase.
At the age of fourteen, the skinny and awkward Mukrurak was informed by his stern father that he would be sent to study at Rekkenmark Academy, to become a loyal soldier of Karrnath like so many other second-sons of nobility in the waning days of the Last War. His friendship with Doru and studies under Danovich would come to an abrupt end, and he would know loneliness once again. On the day that he departed Barovia for Rekkenmark, the only member of his family to see him off was his younger sister Ireena, who waved her goodbye from the gabled porch of the burgomaster's house, her doll clutched tightly clutched in one hand, her nurse's hem in the other.
Once the overland journey to Atur, the City of Night, and Barovia had been left behind, Mukrurak was overcome by a profound but inexplicable sense of freedom that buoyed his heretofore darkened spirits. As he rode the baroque lightning rail to Rekkenmark on the coast of Scion's Sound, it felt as if his life was beginning anew. By the time he had crossed the Karrn River, he found himself looking forward to the challenges of the academy.
On the third day of Dravago, 991 YK, two days after Kaius III had been coronated King of Karrnath, Mukrurak arrived in the cliff-perched city of Rekkenmark, the vast gulf of Scion's Sound separating Karrnath from Aundair coming into view as the lightning rail slowed into Rekkenmark Station, the toppled ruin of the once-majestic White Arch Bridge limned in bloody twilight. In short order, he was gathered by stoic representatives of the academy along with the many other young Karrns from the eastern provinces and led away to the frowning gray walls of Rekkenmark Academy. The scent of salty sea spray from the Sound, oiled armor, and coal smoke filled his nostrils as he waited interminably for the process of registration and the assignment of equipment to end. Only hours later, as night began to fall, when he was assigned the tan uniform of a Karrnathi cadet and the sword bearing the insignia of the Order of Rekkenmark did it all seem real to him. Reality actually asserted itself quickly in the following months; brutal physical training regimens, constant drilling of tactics, and the notoriously difficult examinations continuously battered the unworked 'ore' of his body and psyche. Only his faith in his three deities carried him through those exhausting days and sleepness nights, but in time his 'ore' became 'iron', and the 'iron' was forged and tempered by his instructors into a finely honed 'blade'. Few have the honor to say that they graduated at the top of their class in Rekkenmark Academy, but Mukrurak is one. Upon graduation, he was given the rank of lieutenant. His transfer to the southern front came quickly. Karrnath needed trained officers desperately, as attrition had purged the ranks during a year-long offensive into Cyre. It was here, in Cyre, that Mukrurak lost his innocence to the horrors of war and became a hero.
In the three years that followed, Mukrurak and his men fought without end. In desperate naval engagements as marines across the eastern reaches of Scion's Sound. At the Battle of Ironblood Shore in northern Cyre, storming the beaches amid undead conscripts and blood golems while acid storms rained down from Cyran mages on the bluffs above and endless waves of warforged came to push the Karrns back into the Sound. The Scouring of Angwar Keep in Thrane saw the death of many friends to Thranite cavalry as the offensive pushed on, down the coast, and it was here that Mukrurak saw the utter inhumainty of the undead soldiers that his kingdom commanded, as they slaughtered the starving Thranites remaining to defend the Keep despite their pleas of mercy, as the stop order from their Blood of Vol handlers was lost in the din of battle.
Finally, in 994 YK, he fought at the Siege of Eston, in Cyre, during the final days of the Cyran defense. On this day he would battle warforged, Cyrans, and Thranites alike as each faction fought over the toppled ruins of the once proud city. The adamantine mines and Cannith creation forges at stake led the Cyran defenders to fight to the last, and during the height of the battle as Karrnath was ready to claim the advantage, came the Day of Mourning. Great tremors ripped through the surrounding lands, collapsing the mines and toppling the spires of once proud Eston. Men, warforged, and siege equipment plummeted into the enormous rent in the earth where southern Eston once stood, and the flooding waters of the Sound washed away those unlucky enough to reach the high ground as Lake Arul doubled in size in the matter of hours. Through some miracle combined with Mukrurak' leadership, the survivors of the chaplain's platoon were inside Eston's tallest building, the shattered remains of the House Cannith tower-enclave, holding off a Cyran counterattack. When the flood waters receded, Eston was claimed by Karrnath, though so little remained it could scarcely be called a prize. It mattered little, as a short time later, a great gray mist surged on the southern horizon, and despite the orders of his superiors, Mukrurak knew that it heralded doom. Assuming command of those survivors that would follow him, he fled for the shores of Scion's Sound, and in a makeshift flotilla of a few hundred men, watched the apocalypse claim Cyre forever.
After the fall of Cyre, Mukrurak was debriefed by senior warlords of the Karrnathi military, awarded the Order of Rekkenmark for being the sole surviving officer and savior of the veterans of the Siege of Eston, and reassigned to the capital of Korth. Here, for a time, he took command of a small detachment of troops charged with maintaining order while the walls of the city were rebuilt.
After that Mukrurak broke down with his homeland, almost because of the blood of vol, and sattle down to the reaches of eldeen.
The war must end, also for Mukrurak and his heart.