Nobrek.  

Quite a robust warrior who, unfortunately falls down a lot. Often gets dragged away from battle on a stretcher and is a regular with the healers (must like blokes in dresses). Loves his food (it shows) and drink and a good laugh he is always in a good mood and rarely grumbles.

Fond of the suicidal charge and being out numbered.

 The house of York stood proud when Golgamoth and Errtu attacked. Nobrek was not there at the time he was questing to prove himself worthy of knighthood. He was perhaps the most distant relation of the York family tree, more a leaf than a branch. Yet still the madness bestowed to Richard by Golgamoth had effected him too.

 When the house of York finally began to fracture apart, Nobrek cared not to know what was to become of him. He blindly followed his broken leaders, if he had been sane he would have wished it to be to his death.

 Years went by and Nobrek spent his time for the most part eating meat and drinking mead in the tavern. Telling tales of past glories and the bar fight he had last night. It was on these travels with the remaining yet down trodden house of York, Yuri, Urgix, Lord Lomas and the like, that they found new kin in the form of Dracaris, Chinsarno and the troops. All banded together and lost kinship of the old days became renewed.

 Stronger than ever they continued through the fray. Nobrek still felt that something was missing and still retreated to the Tavern for sollis. It was in the Hobbits Armpit, formally the Black Tower Inn where he met Grimneer. Grimneer an infamous dwarf from the old house of York days was acting as bar manager and bouncer for krimatora the landlord and a wealthy landowner.

Grimnir began to show the young knights of York, Nobrek, Urgix and Lomas the ways of Thrud and after proving themselves worthy after many drinking rituals, became real Thrudites an extremist faction of an extreme religion. Nobrek was forever changed by the experience, he became a servant of Thrud and more importantly his human blood started to run thick like a dwarfs. Still insane, a follower of Thrud, battles of the future now where laid thick in his mind. Bound by a new flag even though at the time it was and still is led by a majority of Sithis worshipers they were all proud Bloodletters.

 Drakaris put up with these Thurdites for the simple reason, every army needs cross bow fodder and real Thrudites don’t argue when some one yells charge.

Marvellous.