|By Shamus||Sep 5, 2005||6 comments|
| Name: Eomer|
Played By: Pat
Eomer is the son of Claudius, magistrate in the cityof Bayhaven on the island of Grey Moor. Claudius was a sort of henchman for one of the villans of our first campaign. Eomer rebelled against his father’s harsh governing of the city by turning to crime.
At the time of our story, he was involved in a smuggling operation to move goods from the city of Stackroot to Bayhaven, in an attempt to export them without paying Bayhaven’s massive taxes, tarrifs, and port fees.
He’d been carrying some precious gems south to Bayhaven when a gang of thieves captured him. They took the gems and held him at ransom. They sent the ransom note to the person to whom the gems were to be delieverd, (a fence, who was also a shop keeper in Bayhaven) since they had no idea they’d captured the magistrate’s son.
This fence hired the main player characters to recover his goods and rescue his deliveryman.
They did, and Eomer joined the party.
He’s acted as spokeman for the party since then, being more of a scoundrel / con artist sort of rogue, as opposed to a thief-type rogue.
Here is his full backstory: (The credit of authorship for this goes to Pat, who wrote all of this AFTER our first campaign. He took care to integrate the story of his character with the established backstory of the island, and even filled in many details I’d left open.)
At birth, Eomier was born to a soldier, Claudius. While he was, for now, not afforded luxury he was not deprived either. By means of his father he was taught at the only established school on the island, which in those times was almost always a church, and so was this.
He was often told,not only by his father, but at the school of the crusades of Ubrin Lorich. Three generations had passed since Ubrin and his companions freed the isle of Grey Moor from it’s natural occupants, the orcs. These stories were grand and verbose, but the idolization of Ubrin and his friends was immediate. Ubrin had, with the aid of his friends, hunted down and killed every tribe of orc on the island. Afterwards, he declared that Grey Moor a free island and that no man should ever rule it. Grey Moor was to be a free persons island, and none but those who sought to take from others should be turned away from it’s shores. Eomier was astounded that one could be so selfless as to give up an island after conquering it almost single handedly. While many stories circulated as to why Ubrin had such an acute distaste for monarchies or established governments, none were ever really proven, and no one really thought it that important.
After Ubrin parted ways with his companions, he set up the office of the protector of Grey Moor. He did little but watch the city of Bayhaven grow around him till his death, save slaying the occasional band of goblins. He bore and raised a son, Aaron and instructed him in the way of the sword and the way of the pen. After his death his son took over stewardship of the island, keeping to his fathers will that no man should have dominion over another. Aaron lived many years, and saw Bayhaven grow from fledgling town, to a city that drew trade ships. It was during this time that so many races came to settle in Grey Moor. While no one knows how long the dwarves have been on the island, it was around this time that there presence was discovered. While this seemingly uninhabited island all the while was home to a clan of dwarven stone masters, who were very content to live within their mountain. It is also speculated that this is when the monks from Highstone came to the island, though no one really knows, and the monks certainly aren’t forthcoming. Little was heard from the dwarves, but Aaron did arrange a reasonable trade of goods and foods (mostly ale, and textiles) from off-island for whatever valuables the dwarves were willing to part with.
Aaron knew that once word of trade with dwarven miners spread that the trade ships would be more eager to stop at this once small port. Peoples from all over Mar Talos came to find their fortunes in the mountains that cut the island in half, to find adventure north of the mountains, to free themselves from oppression, or to simply claim a strip of land and make a simple living. During his tenure of steward, Aaron saw Grey Moor’s population grow from a few hundred, to almost 10 thousand, with roughly 4 thousand in Bayhaven alone. This did however cost him quite dearly, as he invested much of his own families’ fortune. Near the end of his otherwise wildly successful and peaceful tenure, he made but one error that would eventually come to engulf the island in a civil war. He levied a tax on ships stopping in port, simply for upkeep of the city and the docks themselves. While this is customary in all other ports, this was the first time that such a thing had been done. Suddenly, without knowing it, Aaron had created a government. The office of the protector passed to his son, Reginald.
During childhood the fact did not escape Eomier that while there were more than a few thousand families in Bayhaven, there were less than a hundred students. This troubled him greatly, and he sought answers. The head master, and head priest as it was, Tenril at first seemed annoyed that a boy would question such things, and he took it as an accusation and rebuked Eomier. His father was less than pleased. For 7 years he kept his silence.
At age 11 he was the top student, and his father had advanced to rank of Lieutenant. One day, while walking home from school, as he passed the keep he saw his father and his men taking a young man, not many years older than himself up to the keep. He looked like he had been roughed up quite a bit. That night he asked his father what the man had done. He was told the man had been caught stealing, and his punishment would be imprisonment for 2 years, or banishment to the north. This was basically a death sentence, since no one had come back from the north in 20 years. He was told of how there would ALWAYS be people who will take advantage of others if not kept at bay. And that is what the office of the protector, and in turn Eomier s father, did. There were always thieves who would pray on the innocent farmers and traders if not dealt with, and dealt with harshly. This is what Ubrin did, and what he had envisioned for Grey Moor. Eomier accepted this.
Days later while again walking home from school, Eomier was accosted by several older boys, he did not recognize them and they were much bigger than him. He did what most boys would do, he ran. fleeing through the streets he turned a corner and ducked into a shop, peering out the window as his attackers passed he was startled from a gruff voice from behind:
“Get used to it kid…”
He turned around to see a man not as old as his voice would make him seem. He stood there, scared and out of breath.
“You don’t even know why they’re chasing you, do you?”
Eomier shook his head, he had no idea. Eldon informed him that his father had become quite well known around town as Reginald’s lap dog, and had made more than a few enemies. It was then that he first heard the other side life on Grey Moor. He heard of how a few days earlier a man had been imprisoned for trying to sneak a few things off a ship without paying the tariff first. He had always paid before, he simply needed to sell the goods first to pay the tax. Instead he was beaten, jailed, and his goods claimed. Eomier refused to believe it, and left the shop and ran home.
At age 14 he was done with school, and it was time to do what was expected of him and follow in his fathers footsteps. His first assignments was simply escorting goods from the port south to the towns north. He did this often for several months, and it wore on him. He wished to keep the peace, and to defend the people of Grey Moor.
While daydreaming of riding with Ubrin himself one day, three men jumped from the bushes and snatched several bags of grain from a cart right in front of him. Surprised simply because he wasn’t paying attention, but mostly because these 3 men hardly looked like thieves at all. They were dirty, ragged, and obviously starving. They didn’t look anything like the thieves or evil doers he had imagined. These were simply starving peasants. As he watched them flee, still quite surprised at their appearance, he watched as all 3 were chased down and cut to pieces by other guards on horseback. Shocked at what had just happened, he said nothing as the lead guard rebuked him for not paying attention. When he returned home, he asked his father of what had happened, and of his thoughts. Again his father to scolded him for questioning the way of things, and told him to be more thoughtful of his duty. Troubled by what had happened, he sought advice from an unlikely source. The shopkeeper.
Eldon was all to eager to fill his ears with stories such as the one he had seen. And soon Eomier was starting to question exactly who was oppressing who? Who was the thief? Was he really defending the people? He struggled with his own ideals, but then one day used his fathers influence and status, Which was now Magistrate, to look into some of the accusations levied against him. He was shocked to find out that jails were full, usually for the smallest of offenses, but always having to do with monies owed to the office of the protector.
Secretly he began to funnel info to his new friend. In turn he was taught useful skills, and mostly he felt he was only now really helping people who needed it.
He was still young however, and was soon caught. After a very heated and intense argument with his father, he left the office of the protector and found work smuggling goods from the north to escape what was now a ridiculous tax. With every trip back to Bayhaven, he found a new wing had been added to the keep. It now was resembling a castle more than anything, and the flags of the Protector flew just as a King’s would. Eomier’s contempt grew each trip.