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Anton Savengriff (or just "Savengriff" as he's known to his comrades) lived about as normal a life as one could expect. His parents were both farmers, and as a youth Savengriff would accompany them into the city to sell the goods grown on their land. The more he visited, the more he realized that the farm life was not for him. As soon as he was old enough, and his father had found enough help on the farm to make up for his absence, he left the tilling of the land to his parents and enlisted as a member of the cityguard. |
Anton Savengriff (or just "Savengriff" as he's known to his comrades) lived about as normal a life as one could expect. His parents were both farmers, and as a youth Savengriff would accompany them into the city to sell the goods grown on their land. The more he visited, the more he realized that the farm life was not for him. As soon as he was old enough, and his father had found enough help on the farm to make up for his absence, he left the tilling of the land to his parents and enlisted as a member of the cityguard. |
Revision as of 21:16, 20 March 2014
Anton Savengriff (or just "Savengriff" as he's known to his comrades) lived about as normal a life as one could expect. His parents were both farmers, and as a youth Savengriff would accompany them into the city to sell the goods grown on their land. The more he visited, the more he realized that the farm life was not for him. As soon as he was old enough, and his father had found enough help on the farm to make up for his absence, he left the tilling of the land to his parents and enlisted as a member of the cityguard.
His guard career to this point has gone relatively well, although in recent days he - and, more importantly, his patrol members - have started to notice odd activity during their rounds. Winds would kick up, fog would rise, and temperatures would drop... all "obvious" signs of what they believed was a curse. Regardless of the makeup of the patrolling group, the one constant for the weirdness was quickly deduced to be Savengriff himself. Without being able to prove anything in the way of an actual curse, and with priests unable to cleanse" the oddness from the guardsman, Savengriff has continued his profession while learning to turn a blind eye to the aspersions cast upon him.