Friederich Eberwein von Mauerspitze

[Friederich Eberwein]

From a journal:

“It is almost four years since I left Mauerspitze. Schäfmann would love to see all that I have encountered; to document all that I have discovered and take it all back to the archives for careful processing and storage. This land between the lands is a place full of so many wonders that I seldom think of home—there is so much to take in I find myself busy recording and noting all that I see for my records; the weight of my packs goads me ever closer to finding a home for the logs I keep. Perhaps when I am old and grey, I will have the chance to send them west of the mountains, but for now, I write and I carry and I muse. The road ahead is long and there is much yet to be uncovered. A scientist's duty is to knowledge and to knowledge am I bound.

“I encounter my fair share of deviants and ignorants who would deny my progress with their tenacious attempts on my person and belongings—needless to say, Gröttiens sword lessons have been indispensable. I fancy myself a fair fighter, at least with enough gumption and deliberation to avoid death or press through the fray such that I pull through by miracle alone. Many a time can I count which has seen me lifting myself from a strange bed, bandaged and aching, barely living after some other day's combat.

“In my travels, I have often found myself engaged in favors that draw me closer to battle than my mother, I am certain, would prefer. But, I do this without grudge. In my 19 years, I have never encountered a stranger thing than when men take arms against one another. It is a strange thing, indeed, one, to which, I devote much of my time studying.

“In that grain, I find myself on the brink of conflict at Orn Gwaith, the dense wood north of Dunland. It is a quaint sector of country filled by Ahorne and Eichen and nearly devoid of the evergrüne trees of my home. I see many sorts of warriors, traders, and scholars pass through here, but never so frequently as of late. The villages on the outskirts of the forest are aflutter with tales of great warbands pillaging the country just south of here. “Jovians” appears to be the name of choice, and through bits of conversation I have overheard, it seems these Jovians may be further north than the townsfolk originally suspected. I anticipate conflict in the near future as tensions rise and men and women alike ready themselves for battle.

“For the time being, I will settle myself in this peculiar wood of Orn Gwaith and wait for the adventure sure to come.”

Friederich Eberwein v. Mauerspitze
den 14 März

Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Height: 2 meters
Weight: 81 Kilograms
Build: Borderline gangly

Skin Color: Caucasian
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue

Weapon of Choice: Der Fresser (red/green arming sword)
Personality: Calculating and inquisitive