OK, coming out of a long hiatus to post interest in this: it looks very fun.
Nat 20!
Thinking of going for a slight variation on the norm: an older gentleman who never applied himself to anything, and was living a relaxed life of wining and dining and spending the family fortune...
...until the fateful day when his brother's blood stained dueling sabre was delivered in a box, the heartstone in its hilt glimmering. The note from the commander of the musketeers inside was brief and entirely lacking in details: his brother had been killed while defending the crown, slain by a mysterious enemy of the state (feel free to suggest someone!).
Shamed by the selfless sacrifice of his brother, Louis ditched his carefree life to turn himself around. No one thought that it would be possible for a fat 40 year old to make it into the musketeers, but they hadn't accounted for his determination and hidden natural talent.
Within a year he was fit and slim, his face losing it's shapeless folds and the underlying hard edges becoming clear. Within 3 years he was regularly defeating his expensive personal fencing trainer in hard fought battles. 5 years to the day after his brothers death, he formally entered his application to become a member of the musketeers. No one could give a reason to turn him done.
Nat 20!
Thinking of going for a slight variation on the norm: an older gentleman who never applied himself to anything, and was living a relaxed life of wining and dining and spending the family fortune...
...until the fateful day when his brother's blood stained dueling sabre was delivered in a box, the heartstone in its hilt glimmering. The note from the commander of the musketeers inside was brief and entirely lacking in details: his brother had been killed while defending the crown, slain by a mysterious enemy of the state (feel free to suggest someone!).
Shamed by the selfless sacrifice of his brother, Louis ditched his carefree life to turn himself around. No one thought that it would be possible for a fat 40 year old to make it into the musketeers, but they hadn't accounted for his determination and hidden natural talent.
Within a year he was fit and slim, his face losing it's shapeless folds and the underlying hard edges becoming clear. Within 3 years he was regularly defeating his expensive personal fencing trainer in hard fought battles. 5 years to the day after his brothers death, he formally entered his application to become a member of the musketeers. No one could give a reason to turn him done.