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Barway
Barway
| Name | Barway |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Treasure hunter and travelling smuggler. |
| Age | In his late twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Mostly travelling between Bree and Dale lands |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Standing 5' 3" tall, and of average build, with dark blue eyes, this man can often be seen with a smile on his face. |
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Background
Raised in the far lands of Dale by a drunkard father, who was making him steal, Barway is agile with his hands since he was a boy. As he was growing he left the house of his father and want nothing to do with this person anymore. Soon he started gambling and had his up and downs. Once in a dice game he bet his house and lost it. Certain that he can win he bet it again but the luck was not on his side this day. Up to the eyebrows in debts he was forced to leave his homeland. Having no idea where to go and what to do, not long after he left the town, he met a traveling dwarf - Drusi Ironfood. The dwarf was making his way from Erebor to the Blue Mountains so Barway without having much other choice joined the dwarf with his journey. Weeks walking, drinking, laughing and defending from bandits together they reached the town of Bree. The perfect place to start a new life Barway was thinking. Tring to settle in this big new town, Barway started with the job that he was raised with - pickpocketing. Soon he found a work notice "looking for a farmer". The job was filty and not payed well so not long after he quited, stealing some of the chickens on his way. Back on the streets he sold some of the chickens, others were his meal for few nights. After few, not that legal jobs for folks he dont even know, he found another work notice. This one he was sure it is for him - "a treasure hunter". A group calling themselfs Ember wolves were seeking new recruits. An easy job with a good profit he thought but in time he realised its not as easy as he was thinking but atleast the profit was good indeed.
... Months later the group known as the Ember Wolves disbanded. However Barway continued with the treasure hunting on his own. But not every day a man can find old temples and forgoten ruins full of treasures. Living in the big town Barway's old bad habbits have returned and all the profit he can get goes for either ale, women or gambling. At this moment Barway do whatever it takes to earn him some money, always up for a deal and ready to take some not that legal job - thievery, smuggling, treasure hunting or even spying.
| Friends | He has lost contact with his old friends |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None alive |
| Rivals/Enemies | Fat bob (dead) |
| Loves | Gambling, drinking, having fun, women |
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| Hates | Gambling, nobles |
| Motivation | Earn enough gold to live his last days peacefully |
| Quotes | “In a bet there are at least two people. A fool and a thief.” - Barway talking to Duilian the alchemist. |
