Rororick has just turned 47. Days of storming castles and fighting on long wet and cold campaigns are at an end. On that day he received a letter from his lord asking him to take up a position of leisure as was his right. At first excited about the honor it wasn’t until he came across the phrase “for your well being” at the end of the letter that he understood what the new position really meant. The lord had seen how far he had fallen since the attack of the lich greagorn, since the ghost sapped memory’s and years of combat, as well as health. His oldest daughter grown enough to claim his lordship and his wife dead 2 years Rororick made the decision that he would not make it to 48. After an argument with his only son about the summons to claim the stolen lands he stood there with it in his hands. Now Rororick has found a place to die in glorious combat and prove himself a warrior to the end.
6 children, most of them girls. One small keep to call his home. Enough serfs to maintain his land. Enough horses to tend to 100 men. But he would only take one. Giving his land, title, and wealth to his oldest he will forge a new destiny for himself.