Roedran Malgraeve <SquireThomas>
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Roedran was cutting firewood when he heard the sound of someone's approach. Turning he saw it was Lanli, the most beautiful girl he knew. And he silently thanked Lathander they would be wed in three months time. The smile on his face quickly slipped as he realised something was wrong, she stumbled slightly and her face was slack.
Forgetting to even drop his axe, he ran to her asking if she was alright. Her only reply a low moan and a sweep of her arm that sent him flying. Knowing something must be done, he wrestled her down and tied her in a large canvas sack. Bringing her struggling form straight to the local cleric, he found that she, as well as many others, had been turned into undead. For the next two days, both he and the cleric worked without stop to find and destroy all the zombies that could be found. Nearly every person Roedran knew was to be found among the fallen.
They eventually found the Wizard who was responsible for the horrors they had seen holed up in a cavern with the remaining farmers of the area. After fighting their way into his sanctuary they found that his final guardians were Roedran's own family. Roedran was stalled by this such that he never saw his cleric companion's fatal blow, yet it was enough to jar him back into action. Tears ran freely has he cut down his sisters and father. Afterwards, he found that the wizard had fled during the action.
Burying his family and the cleric, Roedran followed the wizard, north and east, out of the Dale lands. Days passed into weeks, and he seemed to be always just over the pass, someone had seen him days ago, or there were some undead just recently found and destroyed. Doggedly Roedran continued, until one day he found a body at the bottom of a ravine. Carefully he climbed down and discovered that it was the wizard he'd been trailing. He'd lost his footing on the edge and broken his neck in the fall. It had been going on for minutes before Roedran realised he'd been laughing, all that chasing, to find that his target had died on his own. Getting up, he began walking, he had no clue where he was going or what he would do. But he did know that he would make sure such things would not happen again without someone to stand before the defenseless. Nor would he be able to stand by when undead are used to attack the weak. With this decision made, he stopped and looked around, Roedran found himself looking at a sign "Jiyyd 5 miles" and he knew where to go.
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