Amon Jarl

[Raiden Morana]

Name: Amon Jarl
Age: Early Forties
Details: Commoner (Tailor, Smith, Carpenter, Tinker, Fletcher & Miner - add to that list scoundrel, rogue, womaniser and snob)

Background.

Amon was a successful merchant from Moonglow. He owned a nice sized marble workshop out of which he traded the goods he crafted as well as silks and spices, in fact he traded in anything that there was profit in.

But alas Amon was and still is a vain man and in his endeavours to make his fortune and indulge in the trappings of high society he lost sight of what was good and bad, right and wrong and eventually this caught up with him.

One too many dodgy deal, gambling debts catching up with him or a vengeful husband who knew, but one day Amon returned home to find his place ravaged.

Under the cover of the night he dug up the chest that held what little savings he had and bought passage on a craft headed for Britain.

There he tried to get back on the straight and narrow by going back to crafting and built up a reputation as being an excellent tailor, smith, carpenter and tinker. Soon word travelled of his fame, perhaps too far as one eve as he returned from the tavern to find his forge and small holding ablaze.

It was around this time that Amon came across a young fellow a bit down on his luck, the strapping lad looked handy enough and so Amon brought him into his service and Raiden Morana became Amon Jarl's minder.

The young warrior had to get his master out of many a scrape in the market place, tavern, gambling dens and clubs. Until one day Amon disappeared. He had left Raiden a finely crafted suite of armour and enough gold to set him on his way to adventure but no explanation or sign as to where he had gone.

Just as Raiden had packed his armour onto a mule to set off for pastures new four well heeled men came looking for Amon and moments later the young warrior was wiping his blade with grass and cursing his former employer.

Several years on and Raiden sat back in his chair for the night as the wind and rain howled outside. He was a Junior Grenadier now in the Covian Militia as it was then known and he was fast making a name for himself as a dependable warrior.

A wrapping at the door jolted Raiden from his nap and when he opened it, it looked like a pile of sodden rags stood before him. Amon!

Amon had spent the years since he fled Britain mascarading as a monk at the abbey in Yew. Unable to satiate his vices and living in fear for his life had driven him half mad.

He was able to nurse himself back to health under Raiden's hospitality and he taken up the hammer, needle and saw to pay his way.

Now he is a mere commoner making his way in Cove but he still has grand designs for the future, an eye for the ladies, a taste for fine wine and greed enough for one more dodgy deal perhaps.