Breogan McKillian

Age : 23

Race : Highlander Armsman

Background :

The fire crackled as Breogans' mother put another log on the dying flames. Breogan sat quietly on his bed, kicking his legs as he played with a toy wooden sword his father had carved. Mairi (Breogans mother) heard a gentle knock at the door, and turned to open it. Standing at the door was Bradena, a small young woman who lived a few houses down. She was sobbing holding her shawl tightly.

"What be the matter?" asked Mairi, arm around her shoulder showing Bradena a seat.

Bradena sobbed as she sat on the crooked wooden stool.

"My Kerr..." she sobbed "...he be missing"

"But he cinnat be..." said Mairi comfortingly "...the men only be patrolling as te' norm. They prolly be at the inn celebrating en' just lost track o' the time"

"They are not though..." Mairi took Bradenas' hands "...Kaderi's husband just returned bleedin' badly from a chest wound..."

Bradena looked worried, and Breogan stopped playing, trying to listen to the women talk.

"...the men are all gone...they all be slaughtered"

Bradenas' eyes started to fill up and a tear rolled down her flushed cheek. Breogan, being only six years old, could not understand what was happening and approached his mother.

"What be the matter ma?" asked the young Breogan as he puts his arms round his mothers waist. "When be pa comin' home fer supper?"

Bredana just sobbed and hugged him, Breogan then knew something was wrong.

Breogan was worn out. He had spent the whole day chopping wood for his mother, and just wanted to go to the inn with his friends, and down a cold mug of ale.

A small hooded messenger on horseback rode toward him, stopped by his side and passed a wax sealed scroll to Breogan. Breogan could read and write as well as any scholar trained peasant, and was always reading books or studying strategic notes.

The rider rode off through the forest back to the south where he had came from.

He cracked the seal of the scroll and unrolled it.

Master Breogan,

You may not know me but I served with yer father for many a year. I were patrolling alongside him when the group perished that unfortunate night. At that time I were but just a slip of a lad and yer father sent me back to the fort for help. When I had returned with another party twas' too late, all the men lay silently. They had fought well and had taken down twice their number. Thaid been attacked by a band o' trolls, who must have been scouting the area yer father, his men and I had been patrolling that night. I shall never forget the expressions of fear on their faces that night, they haunt me still.

You were just a wee lad when this happened and probably cannot remember much about it...

I have heard, that you be very intelligent at strategic situations and have learnt to wield a weapon as well as yer father. He spoke of you very much and told us that you were a bright 'un. It was his wish for you to grow up and protect your country against the scum that ruin these peaceful times. I therefore summon you to better yer skills in the fair city of Camelot. We need ya fer battle amongst the vast armies on te' frontline.

I sorry this letter be so brief, but I had to let yer know that you are needed amongst our armies.

Captain, Logan Macoll

25th Albion Regiment

Breogan, although scared at the prospect at war, knew he had to honour what his father had wished...

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Breogan is quite an outgoing Scottish lad, and loves nothing better than to sit at an inn, mug of ale at hand and chat to anyone around him. Needless to say his regular drinking habits have gotten him into quite a few bar brawls, and he has been thrown out of a number of drinking establishments for doing so.

More of a tactician than a fighter, but he shall fight to the death to protect those around him. Breogan has had a hatred of snakes since he was a young 'un, having picked up an adder by its tail. The adder turned and bit him, putting him into "sleepytime".

Breogan, although never really a ladies man, hopes to meet a "fair lady" before he steps on to the battle field. Long term, he wants a peaceful life in the north, farming crops with his wife and eventually raise a family.