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Name: Mondrian Winsor
Description: Mondrian is
tall but rather thin. His bones are visible beneath his skin and he
doesn't look all that strong. What meat he has on him are muscles and
sinew though. He has dark brown curly hair that hangs to just above his
shoulders, brown eyes, a wide nose and thin lips. He usually wears clothes
in colours that help him blend into the forest.
Personality: Mondrian is conscientious but getting pretty
desperate. He would prefer to live his life in anonymity, just a single
worker in the grand scheme of things. But with the Baskar region in
turmoil and people hardly scraping by, there is little enjoyment to be
found in living. He's been thinking of joining the resistance though it is
risky just to think of that. But at least he might be able to get his
family some extras.
Origin: Kyvelian, Keeland Province
Short Bio: Mondrian was born to a family of butchers. From a young
age he helped at the store and with the processing of meats. As he grew up
he naturally drifted into catching game as the situation around Baskar
worsened. Catching enough to supply his family and earn his own living is
Hobbies: When he is not hunting, Mondrian usually rests or sleeps.
He prefers sleeping outside when the temperature allows it.
Pets: Ria (small female hunting dog)
Drak: ??? from Baskar
Mondrian listened. Ria hardly made a sound but
he could hear something being dragged or scraped. He fixed his gaze on the
hole she'd wormed herself into. A few seconds later he saw her tail and
back end emerge. Then her shoulders and then her head, holding a small
furry mammal in her jaws. The animal was on the smaller side but you never
could tell from the size of their burrow.
"Good job!" he rewarded Ria and tossed her a piece of dried meat
which she happily snatched from the air.
Mondrian put the carcass in his pack and debated whether to try again or
to return to his camp site. Light was fading and though it would only be
sundown in an hour, the forest got darker that much quicker. He didn't
fancy a stumble back in the dark, especially as he wanted to cure the meat
so it would keep longer.
Mondrian hoped he'd catch more game over the coming days. So far his
hunting trip had not been very successful. But then he was hardly the only
hunter working these woods and the people in the towns and villages had
not been farming as before. Raidorian knights just took what they wanted
and the more plentiful your larder, the more they took. Just hunting a
small mammal or two a week was easier not to mention safer. Larger game
like antiloct and nurks had almost vanished from the woods in the past
The young hunter arrived at his camp. He had restarted his fire within
minutes and half an hour later he was smoking meat. The smell was divine
but he munched on dried roots and the same jerky he'd treated Ria with. If
possible he would like to save this meat. He'd been eating as little as
possible and it showed in his build. Starving himself wouldn't serve him
in the end, but getting by on little was proving useful. No-one hardly
looked at him and certainly not the Raidorians.
He'd been thinking about Baskar and Raidor a lot over the past weeks.
Maybe it had all started when he'd seen a young girl being harassed in a
pub. She'd been defended by another lass no less while just about everyone
else had stood by. She'd gotten aid from a stranger. Afterwards rumours
had spread that the stranger was in fact a Knight from Baskar and that the
forces of the ruined castle were being rallied to revolt against the
Mondrian knew embellishments when he heard them, but the fact remained
that staying quiet against the Raidorians wasn't working. Everyone was
hiding and cowering in fear and as a result they were being driven closer
and closer to starvation and despair. So if Baskar was quietly gathering
people to fight for them again, then Mondrian wanted to be there too. He
had no fighting skills but he was quiet and fast and he knew the forests
of Keeland. Maybe he would move closer to Davingford on his next trip and
try to find out whether the rumours were true.
A plan made, Mondrian made his bed and wanted to retire for the night, but
a sudden sound made him tense. Rustling leaves. After nights of absolutely
no encounters with predators he wondered briefly if some hungry beast has
found the courage to attack a lone human. He grabbed his dagger. Ria was
already up, normally she would be growling but apparently whatever was in
the bushes didn't warrant hostility.
"Who goes there?" he called.
A brief silence that felt very contemplative and then a woman's voice
"I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I saw your fire and wanted to
The woman walked into the clearing, a tall and muscular woman with tied
back brown hair wearing leather and boots. Mondrian wondered briefly what
she was doing here but forgot everything he wanted to ask her when a drak
followed her. A golden body with silver fur that looked regal. Mondrian
was so used to hiding when knights appeared that he felt his heart freeze
and his breath stall. In a fight with a knight his puny dagger would no
little harm. He would just have to hope that they would just take his
rabbit and leave him.
"I'm just a lonely hunter." Mondrian said, "And an unlucky
one at that."
"I'm Ginevra, and this is Pirenla of Ore." Ginevra introduced
The mechanic had been returning to Baskar on leave from Dawn Castle where
she served. They flew by night to stay under the radar of Raidor. But
seeing a fire had prompted them to investigate whether or not some illegal
things were being done. Stumbling upon a lone hunter or poacher wasn't
worth their time. Although....
"Wouldn't you say he has potential, Pirenla?" Ginevra asked.
The ore drak looked closely at the young man, squirming a bit
uncomfortably at the attention. He was no doubt worrying about whether or
not draks ate humans by now. They didn't, but with the way knights had
been behaving around these parts it wouldn't be a weird rumour to go
"I think he would be a welcome addition to the
Mondrian wondered whether or not he should get away. Being judged for
Raidor felt like it would be a betrayal to everyone he knew. Could he even
"I don't think I'm good enough for Raidor..." he started.
"Raidor isn't where we're headed." Ginevra interrupted him,
"We fight for Baskar. Or freelance more like."
Stunned Mondrian wondered for a moment if he had understood her. He'd gone
from hearing rumours to having them confirmed. In his heart he'd been
convinced that none of it could be real. Years of repression being
difficult to cast aside.
"Should you be telling me that?" he asked.
"We've got an eye for people." Ginevra shrugged, "Besides I
doubt you could best me in a fight."
"I'm very ssertain you'd win."
Ria barked suddenly.
"Maybe she would be more dangerousss."