Harris 'Drake' Travelerson
Harris Drake Travelerson was born in
the lands of the Queen of the North of the Kingdom of Icefia. Like most
Icefian subjects from a wilderness town he was one of many children,
expected to follow in his forbearers’ footsteps, in Harris’ case as a timber
farmer and lumber worker. Harris, from an early age, had a different idea.
He aspired to win fortune for himself and fame for his family name. His
grandmother told him and his siblings that they were destined for greatness
as the Travelerson name had been handed down from great men. Except for his
brother Markel who joined the church of Hemator, Harris’ other siblings
ignored these stories and remained in their small town. Harris, however,
left Nowm’s Run and enlisted in the army as a messenger boy at age 15.
Always a large child Harris did well and was allowed to attend basic
training a year later, the earliest age possible. Harris did well in the
training and, due to his size and strength, was selected for rapid training
for the Diamond Brigades. During his training a tragedy occurred. Harris and
several other young men went out drinking to celebrate a successful
exercise. While at the bar a brawl erupted between the recruits and a group
of off duty marines. Harris possessed a quick temper that the army had not
yet eliminated. During the fight Harris killed one of the marine sergeants.
Harris was convicted of accidental murder and sentenced to five years hard
labor in the northern mines. He was also expelled from the military.
Harris served his term and was
released early due to good behavior and above average production. He has
since become a mercenary seeking the fortune and glory that he had hoped to
achieve in the army. Harris has found himself in strange company, a
wandering pair of Sledgehammer dwarves, an Aasimar of the Guardian Temple, a
deranged seafaring gnome, an orc templar of Ganrion and a cleric of Hemator
who appears to be founding his own sect. Their travels have taken them back
to the mines where Harris had been imprisoned, across the sea to Jaswap and
the Plateau and even into the Horarian islands. Thus far Harris has seen
little in the way of profit.
Harris has little love for the
government of the Kingdom, but is still proud of his homeland. The coming
war with the Scaled Kingdom has provided him with an objective: to recruit a
small mercenary army that he will pledge to the service of the Kingdom in
exchange for land or treasure seized during the war. He is hopeful that the
Sledgehammer dwarves will join him and perhaps bring some of their kin as
Harris is a large barrel-chested man
with ragged mutton chops and an unkempt head of black hair. He wears
practical clothes and while he lacks the discipline of a professional
soldier his equipment is always in good repair. Harris is never without his
mighty great hammer, a disturbing weapon with a coffin shaped head that
appears to have a thunderstorm raging beneath its face. The weapon is an
appropriate symbol of his personality and a perfect implement for his
fighting style- crush everything that doesn’t get out of your way.