Eusine - Galloway, Taverne
Eusine était encore très éveillée quand la taverne calme semblait revenir à la vie tout d'un coup. Le moine n'avait pas besoin de beaucoup de sommeil, donc il a passé beaucoup de son temps à méditer et à pratiquer ses arts martiaux, comme pour ne pas perdre son bord. Il a ouvert la porte, et en fait, il y avait un certain nombre de patrons qui marchaient, se poussant l'un l'autre pour avoir un regard par la fenêtre. Il se passait quelque chose en ville? Peut-être une sorte de problème? Non, le moine pensait, trop calme pour ça. Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?
Eusine est sorti de sa chambre pour avoir une meilleure idée de ce qui se passait. Il n'avait toujours aucune idée quant à la raison de la commotion, mais il semblait qu'une fête de deux, une sorte de guerriers par leur apparence, se dirigeaient vers l'extérieur pour voir ce qui se passait. Le moine détestait mettre son nez dans les affaires des autres, mais si c'était des bestiaux après tout? N'était-il pas de son devoir d'aider autant qu'il le pouvait? Eusine a rapidement saisi ses quelques possessions de sa chambre et a commencé à courir vers la sortie.
S'il voulait suivre les deux autres, il devrait être rapide.
Name:
Balian
Age:
34
Appearance:

Balian stands at 5"10, his build is somewhere between slim and lean. Grey eyes chestnut brown hair and face almost always stubbled, his appearance is often seen as striking. His eyes lack life, probably from years spent on the road, only ever stopping for brief respites in towns and villages that he passed. Notable features are a small scar on his chin and skin tested by the elements.
Class:
Ranger
-Bow & Blade Ranger: Can handle bladed weapons as well, allowing them to defend themselves against approaching enemies or close in for the kill. Ranged is preferred style of combat.
Alignment:
Neutral Good
Weapon(s):



Armor/Clothing:
As seen in picture. Also clad in a fine linen shirt, dark woolen hose and soft travel-worn leather boots, over his shirt Balian wears a jerkin secured by braided cord ties
Personal Trinkets:
Rabbit's foot (Lucky Charm)
These take many shapes, but the most common are symbolic religious symbols that a pious priest has touched or carved heads of ancient Gods. The rabbit’s foot is a symbol of good luck in many places of the world and is often threaded with a thin cord of leather or string
Wooden Flute
A simple wooden flute carved by Balian's father. He usually keeps it wrapped in a piece of cloth and kept away.
Short History:
Born to a master woodsman and a mill worker, Balian was taught from a young age the skills of being a woodsman. Even as a young lad he had a knack for navigation and survival skills. Balian is not shy of hard labor having worked all his young life. He spent all of this younger life in and around the midlands village he was born to, working and training. At age eight he was shown how to use a bow by his father for the first time and took to it like a duck to water, swordplay followed in an effort to teach his son how to defend himself if ever the need arose (as much as he did not want a violent life for Balian). It was in his teens that Balian decided he did not want to suffer the bondage of serfdom or peasantry his whole life but neither did he want the privilege associated with nobility.
At age seventeen, Balian left his village starting on a journey to see as much of the world as he could and to live off of the land. Before he left his father presented him with a parting gift a wooden flute carved by himself. Leaving the village of Vale that day was the last time he saw his parents. After some five years travelling, Balian returned to Vale only to discover his father had succumbed to a sudden illness two years previous and his mother so stricken with grief at the loss of her son and now husband had hanged herself in the mill where she worked. With no ties to his birthplace he set off once again after a short respite and since has traveled, stopping from time-to-time for short respites in towns, villages and cities he would come across. He made sure never to allow himself to become too attached to people or towns always making it easier when time came to leave. However, Balian has at least one trusted friend in many of the different steads from South to North, relying on these as his source of information and news when he does stop.
For a few years the ranger traveled with another, a woman by the name of Morrigan. Black hair, blue eyes and pale skin, Balian quickly became infatuated with her. During a stay at the village of Lindow they were awoken in the middle of the night by commotion, screams and cries filling the night air. A beastman warband had happened on the village in a raid, Balian pleaded with Morrigan to barricade herself indoors and once she agreed took himself outside into the middle of it all with sword and bow. The ranger was knocked unconscious in combat and when he awoke in the early hours of the morning the smell of burning, smoke and death filled his nostrils. In a daze he made his way to the inn, only to find it raised to the ground. Balian fell to his knees as his cries turned to a sour roar. It is since that day the ranger has taken it upon himself to actively hunt out Beast scouting parties, occasionally joining up with bands of rangers (many of whom share similar stories) to take on larger groups. It is the element of surprise, the ability to blend in with surroundings and that they pick the battlefield (usually woodland), that give Balian and other rangers alike the advantage over unsuspecting beastmen who have often been stalked for days like prey.
Balian has been in Galloway only a short few hours although this is not his first visit to the town-stead. He has grown weary of the road and has not stopped in a town for longer than a few hours in months.