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Name: Luis Lombard
Age: 20
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
The Amber Groves of Litchenburg were the recently populated homesteads, a new farming land to funnel fresh food to the capital. Being brand new, the capital city had sent a barracks of military protection to over see its progress and gaurd the convoys. But tragically it lacked the manpower to handle asserting proactive measures against monsters and wild beasts that lurked within. Mercenaries and small time adventurers began cropping up, taking up jobs to strike back. But Luis was no such man, not a solider of fortune or a thrill seeker. He was a local, a large young man easily standing head abd shoulders above most, and wrapped in thick leather armor. He was rugged and silent, a gate watchmen that single handedly held the Forest Grove Gate from the Red Cap Goblins and bandits that had taken up in the rough hills to try to rob from the convoys for ransom.
Luis heard someone walking the roads, making him stand, reaching to his axe closely as he stepped to the center of the gates to face down whomever it was.
Age: 20
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
The Amber Groves of Litchenburg were the recently populated homesteads, a new farming land to funnel fresh food to the capital. Being brand new, the capital city had sent a barracks of military protection to over see its progress and gaurd the convoys. But tragically it lacked the manpower to handle asserting proactive measures against monsters and wild beasts that lurked within. Mercenaries and small time adventurers began cropping up, taking up jobs to strike back. But Luis was no such man, not a solider of fortune or a thrill seeker. He was a local, a large young man easily standing head abd shoulders above most, and wrapped in thick leather armor. He was rugged and silent, a gate watchmen that single handedly held the Forest Grove Gate from the Red Cap Goblins and bandits that had taken up in the rough hills to try to rob from the convoys for ransom.
Luis heard someone walking the roads, making him stand, reaching to his axe closely as he stepped to the center of the gates to face down whomever it was.
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