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Message: <blockquote data-quote="felonious assault" data-source="post: 3333218" data-attributes="member: 49662">The History of Bollaron Gustafson Born the son of Arik and Helen Gustafson of the Havalen tribe in the Nordlands.  He was always quicker than most of the children, but was prone to coughing fits, sometimes even coughing up blood.  Nevertheless, Bolarron excelled at weapons play and was often times able to dance around his slower playmates and take their weapons from them forcing them to yield while never having to strike them.     Helen Gustafson, a follower of the all mother, was a healer and wise woman in the tribe and instilled in her son a reverence for all forms of life and in fact for life itself.  Arik was a warrior and Hunter who taught Bolarron to fight, use a bow and and handle animals. When Bolarron was 10, his tribe was travelling out of the mountains for winter and were set upon by a large band of armed men who killed most of his tribe, including his father, and took Bollaron captive.  He was taken to a camp in the hills and sold into slavery.  For almost 2 years he worked in fields planting and harvesting under the slavemasters whip.  His coughing fits, though, kept getting worse and no number of whippings could cause him to stop.  He was brought to the houseto serve and carry and was eventually bought by an Elven trader who needed a stable boy and guard for his shop.  He was allowed, even encouraged to continue his weapons training and while in the Elves homelearned to speak Elven as well as realizing there was an innate magical ability inside of him.  He was well treated by his Elven master, but was constantly aware that he was not free.  He developed a loathing for slavery and slavers having felt firsthabd the oppression one can only know by having their freedom denied.      On the night of his 15th birthday, Bolarron gathered what belongings he could (actually they were the elves belongings that he had used, but he figured his 2 1/2 years of service had paid for his clothes armor and weapons.)He also found a few coins in the house and snuck out, leaving the city and eventually hiring on as a guard for a Gnomish trading caravan.  He left the service of the caravan when it reached Cauldron and was told by the Gnomish trader that his friend Keegan Shield was looking for a guard for a special assignment.  A day later Keegan offered 10 gold pieces a week to watch an inner door at night.      Because of Bolarrons love from animals, he took a day job at the Kennel/Stables to ocupy his time.  He became rather fond of one particularly smart Mastiff and played on Keegans paranoia to get him to agree to split the cost of the impressive animal.  He named the dog Edgar and the two are nearly inseperable.      He continues to work on feats of nimbleness and quickness, preferring those over brute strength as well as realizing the other doors that quick fingers can open so to speak.  Magic also continues to find its way into his life and he has spent no little time trying to use that talent for preserving life while at the same time disrupting evil.  Even evil life is life and therefor must be preserved and rectified if possible.</blockquote>

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