Demand of Supply
Half elf with short blonde hair. - Deceased
Class & Level: Expert(1)
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|Str: 10||+0||AC: 14||Touch: 12|
|Dex: 14||+2||Inish: +2|
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|Base Atk: 0||Grapple: +1|
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Reng stands five and a half feet tall, with short blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. A thick scar crosses between his eyes. Without it he might have been called ‘quite hansom’, but as is he stands out in a crowd. When asked about it he always responds, with a smile on his face, “Women can be fierce if you forget to say ‘goodbye’...even once.”
Reng was born in Stormhome to a family of sailors. He sailed all across northern Khorvaire on supply ships for Aundair. He moved up in the ranks quickly, but after the war he found himself growning bored with just moving cargo…he wanted excitement!
His chance came when he heard word that a childhood friend was to be raised to the rank of Windwright Captain, and mentioned to Jakk d’Lyrandar, head of the Stormhome chapter of The Windwrights Guild that he would like to sail with his friend once more.
With his skills recognized and his wishes known, he was the first selected to join the crew, and when Haix first spotted him on the docks that fateful day, aside from asking about the mans new scar, he named him to the position of First Mate.
Reng came to an untimely end at the hands of an Ogremage with a wand of fireball. He managed to save Haix from near death before he was incinerated. He will be remembered fondly. Once more into the sky, into the sky until I die!