A Pair of Grogs

Name: Nicola

Characteristics: Int -2, Per +0, Pre +1, Com +1, Str +2, Sta +2, Dex +1, Qui +1

Size: 0
Age: 23 Height: 5’9” Weight: 182 lb Gender: Male
Decrepitude: 0 (0)
Warping Score: 0 (0)
Confidence: 1 (3)

Virtues:
Tough
Venus' Blessing
Warrior

Flaws:
No Sense of Direction
Overconfident
Weakness (flattery)

Personality Traits: +3 Brave, +1 Loyal, +3 Vain

Combat:
Fist: Init -1, Attack 3, Defense 3, Damage 2
Kick: Init -2, Attack 3, Defense 2, Damage 5
Dagger: Init -1, Attack 5, Defense 3, Damage 5
Axe: Init 0, Attack 9, Defense 5, Damage 8
Axe w/ heater shield: Init 0, Attack 9, Defense 8, Damage 8
Short Bow: Init -2, Attack 7, Defense 4, Damage 8, Range 15

Soak: +12

Fatigue levels: OK, 0, -1, -3, -5, Unconscious

Wound Penalties: -1 (1-5), -3 (6-10), -5 (11-15), Incapacitated (16-20)

Abilities:
Athletics (hiking) 3
Awareness (bodyguarding) 4
Bargain (for provisions) 1
Bow (short bow) 3
Brawl (dodge) 2
Carouse (games of chance) 3
Charm (magi) 2
Epirus Lore (legends) 1
Folk Ken (magi) 1
Greek (boasting) 5
Hermes Lore (personalities) 1
Profession: Soldier (signaling) 1
Single Weapon (axe) 4
Stealth (leaving bedchambers) 1
Survival (mountains) 1
Swim (diving) 2
Vlach (boasting) 5

Equipment: Full metal scale armor, heater shield, dagger, axe, wineskin, leather satchel for provisions

Description: A well-built young man favored with an impressive physique and other agreeable qualities; his hair is curly and reddish brown, and a thin beard follows his jawline though his upper lip is largely stubble-free. His suit of armor is well-maintained and stretches over his muscular form in a pleasing way. Other then his weapons and armor, he bears very little gear.

Personality: Nicola is fiercely proud to have been selected for shield grog service, and enjoys being the spokesperson for his charge much of the time. He considers himself to be a rather sharp customer, but in fact this is far from the truth, and his vanity has lead him in to trouble more than once. He lives for the thrill of battle, but tends to see more menial tasks as being beneath him. Well aware that the stern yet lovely Amphora has occasionally shown other grogs her favor, he hopes to one day be of service to her in this regard, though she has yet to do more than give him a hearty slap on the shoulder, much to his puzzlement.

Name: Gavrail

Characteristics: Int +1, Per +1, Pre -2, Com -2, Str +3, Sta +3, Dex 0, Qui -1

Size: +1
Age: 32 Height: 6' 5” Weight: 276 lb Gender: Male
Decrepitude: 0 (0)
Warping Score: 0 (0)
Confidence: 1 (3)

Virtues:
Custos (Martial skills)
Large
Long-Winded

Flaws:
Pessimistic
Social Handicap (excessive perspiration)
Temperate

Personality Traits: -1 Brave, +3 Loyal, -2 Sociable

Combat:
Fist: Init -1, Attack 3, Defense 2, Damage 3
Kick: Init -2, Attack 3, Defense 1, Damage 6
Dagger: Init -1, Attack 5, Defense 2, Damage 6
Axe: Init 1, Attack 8, Defense 7, Damage 5

Soak: +3

Fatigue levels: OK, 0, -1, -3, -5, Unconscious

Wound Penalties: -1 (1-6), -3 (7-12), -5 (13-18), Incapacitated (19-24)

Abilities:
Awareness (keeping watch) 3
Animal Handling (goats) 5
Bulgarian (cursing) 5
Brawl (dodge) 3
Craft: Leatherworking (repairs) 5
Epirus Lore (geography) 2
Folk Ken (peasants) 2
Great Weapon (staff) 4
Greek (place names) 1
Guile (making excuses) 2
Hermes Lore (identifying Traditions) 1
Hunt (rabbits) 4
Latin (household objects) 1
Stealth (hiding from cruel children) 3
Survival (mountains) 4

Equipment: Large pack with wooden framework, dagger, staff, wineskin (heavily diluted), leather satchel for provisions and leatherworking tools

Description: A great mountain of a man with thick matted hair and beard, dressed in worn peasant garb. A simple rope belt holds a dagger and a few other items, but his heaviest burden is a massive pack frame loaded down with Amphora's possessions. His expression is doleful and he rarely speaks. A wooden staff as thick as a man's wrist aids him in his travels.

Personality: Treated more like a pack animal than a man most of his life, Gavrail has few illusions about a grog's position in the magi's world. He expects to die young and rather violently, but until then he will have steady work, a roof over his head (most of the time, at least) and a full belly. Things could always be worse. His current mistress is neither cruel nor especially kind, but she has taken a great interest in his skill with leather, and he's been slowly teaching her the trade as best he can; these minor attentions make him secretly glow with pride.