Heroes of Khemer
Sir Lannister Fray
A knight from a fallen kingdom out for revenge.
Rank: Novice (4 XP)
Abilities: Agility d6, Smarts d4, Spirit d6, Strength d8, Vigor d6
Skills: Climbing d4, Fighting d10, Intimidation d6, Notice d4, Riding d8, Throwing d4
Charisma: 2, Pace: 6, Parry: 8, Toughness: 9 (3)
Hindrances: Arrogant (Major), Loyal (Minor), Stubborn (Minor)
Edges: Brawny, Knight, Rich
Languages: Common, Goblin
Plate Corselet: +3 (Covers: Torso, Cost: 400, Weight: 20)
Chain Leggings: +2 (Covers: Legs, Cost: 100, Weight: 8)
Chain Sleeves: +2 (Covers: Arms, Cost: 75, Weight: 6)
Chain Coif: +2 (75% Chance of protecting head, Cost: 50, Weight: 3)
Longsword: Str + d8 (Cost: 300, Weight: 8)
Lance: Str + d8 (Cost: 500, Weight: 10, AP: 2 when charging, Reach: 2)
Medium Shield: Parry +1 (Ranged Armor: +2, Cost: 50, Weight: 12)
Dagger: Str + d4 (Cost: 25, Weight:1)
- Trail Rations (10 days)
- Flint & Steel
- Rope (30’)
- Grappling Hook
- Oil (x5)
- 770 Silver Pieces
- Jade Gems (5gp value x5)
- Paradot Dragon Gem (10gp value)
- Ruby (20gp value)
Pride (War Horse)
Attributes: Agility: d6, Smarts: d4(A), Spirit: d6, Strength: d12+2, Vigor: d10
Pace: 8, Parry: 6, Toughness: 10
Skills: Fighting d8, Notice d6
Edges and Special Abilities: Fleet Footed (Running Die: d10), Size: 3
Attacks: Kick: Str + d4
King Uriel Septim VII was a great man. Although he did not rule a large piece of land in Khemer, he was fair, just, and kind, and his people loved him. Until some twenty winters ago, The Dark Brotherhood came, the sneak thieves, the assassins, all over some trade routes and land disputes. Someone actually chanted the Black Sacrament and sent the Brotherhood after the one honest ruler in the kingdom.
My name is Lannister Fray and I am the only surviving son to the king, bastard or not. After the fall of my father’s kingdom and the death of everyone I knew as family, I was placed under the care of Sir Lawrence Tyrion at the age of 7. Being the last survivor, and the rightful Heir to the throne, it was considered best that I be kept under cover until the time comes to reclaim my birthright.
Sir Lawrence trained me in the ways of the sword; in the dance as he called it. The knights flow from one stance to the next, never repeating a variation, never making a mistake. This is when I discovered that I am a natural sword arm. There is not ONE GOBLIN ALIVE that can defeat me! To the Hells…there is not one MORTAL alive that can stand in my stirrups. And there is absolutely nothing that will keep me from returning to the throne of Cryodiil. But first and foremost, I must behead the many-headed snake that is the Dark Brotherhood and discover who in fact introduced the Black Sacrament.
The Brotherhood are now scattered with only a few of their hidden lairs remaining, though they are the most deeply rooted. I will destroy these cutthroats. I will avenge the man that brought me in from my mother’s tit, and gave me a life a bar wench would never be able to give. Cleaning up goblins along the way? Well that’s just sport.