Meet Falk Nightpaw – my thief.
He is a swashbuckler rather than a sneaky type. Falk used to hang out with bandits, robbing caravans along trading trails. Eventually, justice caught him and his group.
With a bit of luck, he was sparred and released free, but obliged to act righteously, defending his homeland from Sons of Svanir and Jormag’s corruption. That’s where he got his sword from – Jormag’s Breath. The pistol held in offhand is a souvenir from his bandit’s life.
His title – Nightpaw, was given to him during moot in Wayfarer Foothils. The 60th keg of mead was a prize in a contest. The keg was placed in polar bear matriarch den, and the winner had to find the right den, then get the keg and return to the moot alive. Falk used his distraction skills to steal the keg from the bear without alerting her. Upon returning to the moot, one of the norn mead drinkers shouted: “Hail to Nightpaw! The bravest, who during the black night, stole the keg from the bear’s paw!”
His extraordinary armor was a gift from his brother: Falk Steamheart. Nobody knows why their father named his sons with this same name. Steamheart, as the title suggests, is a passionate of charr technology and belongs to the Durmand Priory, so he asked his brother to test his new invention.
Thank you for reading my little story
