A lone warrior doesn’t last long on the plains.�It wasn’t long until a tribe of gnolls caught up with Migwin, and almost killed the young man.�He put up a good fight, and even the gnolls realized the worth of his size and strength.�They put him to work as a slave hauling their gear around as they raided other tribes on the plains.�His father’s axe was taken from him, and he never saw it again.�Migwin learned their language, and given a choice of being their servant or their food, bided his time waiting to escape.�A day came while raiding another tribe, The Arrokwaas.�Migwin struck out at his gnolls captors, flying into a frenzy that saw 6 of them brought down.�During the melee Migwin uncontrollable magic surfaced again, this time in the form of missiles of light.�He took a blow to the side of the head and his world went black.

He awoke in a delirium in a holding cell in a slave caravan wagon.�As it turns out the gnolls saw fit to sell him to the slave trade in Unther.�The gnoll chieftain didn’t want a slave that could work magic, and “overlooked” this fact (fortunately for Migwin) when selling him to the human traders.�The slave master saw fit that one of Migwins stature would fetch top gold at auction.�Migwin was nursed back to health while on the road, and put to work hauling the slave wagons as they wound their way to the coast.�He was put on the auction block and sold to a half orc named Ugluk.�This half orc was the captain of a small free-merchant ship, the Razor’s Edge.�Migwin was soon to be taught the ways of life at sea.

Although he was a big guy, Ugluk was meaner and more experienced of a fighter.�Migwin was taught right quick about not jumping when told to.�Ugluk was swift to punish his slaves over the smallest slight.�Migwin saw more than one of his fellow slaves fed to the sharks for the pleasure of Ugluk and his crew.�So multiple bruises and whippings later, Migwin settled into the routines of life at sea.�Ugluk took advantage of Migwins size and strength, and he was usually put to work doing hard physical labour on the top deck.�“Big Mig” was indeed worth the price.

He spent over a year on board learning the ways of the sea.�Although he missed the wide open plains, the wide open seas were a better life for him than life with the gnolls.�His fellow shipmates were very much like a new tribe.�Some of them weren’t the most honourable types, but most were okay.�During this time he befriended a pair of dwarves, Gunthar and Ralvar.�Then one day another new slave, a young human named Beregon (son of Orthos), came on board.�The slender red headed Beregon was obviously an educated and bookish sort, ill suited to physical labour.�But being slaves, and both humans in a motley crew of humanoids, they became friends.�

During an encounter with the pirates slave over-seer, a scarred hobgoblin called Murkish, Migwin’s fire erupted again.  He was being beaten, a little too severely, over some small oversight of failing to secure some rigging.�Fury rose up inside him and the flames shot forth once more.�Ugluk then asked about his powers, and Migwin said he didn’t know.�He was looking for answers, and didn’t understand them help.�Fearing that Migwin was lying, he ordered Migwins hands be locked inside metal gauntlets in order to protect himself and the other crew.�During the day when he was working the gauntlets were kept on, to prevent any fancy finger work.�At night they were removed, but he was shackled to his bunk.

Beregon approached him not long afterwards and revealed a secret to Migwin, that he was a mage himself.�“Your magic is wild, and manifests itself in times of duress.�With some practice, you can probably learn some degree of control over it.”�He tried to explain the difference between his book magic and Migwin’s sorcerous magic.�It was tough to understand at first, and the two men couldn’t spend much time talking about either.�There was always work to do, and Migwin still had to put up with being bound up most of the time.�But when time allowed, Beregon would teach him of mages and their ways.

It was in The Year of the Wild Magic (appropriately) that life took another sharp left turn.�The crew of the Razor’s Edge had taken the ship to close to a dangerous reef where the rocks sprouted from the sea like giant teeth.�A fierce storm beset the ship rather suddenly, and the ship was tossed up against the rocks violently.  Ugluk, Murkish, and the rest of the crew abandoned ship when it started to lean uncontrollably to the port side.�Sensing they were going to be left to a sinking ship, the two dwarves Gunthar and Ralvar over powered one of the slavers, and then another, using their chains to choke the life out of them.�They took the slavers knives and whips, and tossed the keys to the other slaves before disappearing over the side of the ship.�Beregon grabbed the keys and set both Migwin and himself free.�The ship then ripped apart on the rocks and both men were tossed into the sea.�By Tempus Migwin swore he wasn’t going to die here.�He found a large part of a mast and hung on for his life.�When morning came he found himself afloat amid a field of debris.�Beregon had also survived, but there was no sign of the dwarves, the slavers or any of the other slaves.

They clung to the mast although it seemed they would simply keep drifting until starvation took them.�But Tempus must have other plans for Migwin, as they spotted a ship.�They were brought aboard Kelwyn’s Gamble, where they were fed and clothed.�The crew were mostly a strange race of humanoid called Hadozee, who looked like ape-men.�But they were able sailors, and not cruel like the slavers.�Migwin gladly helped aboard the ship, and was respected for his size and strength.�He could have stayed with the crew of the Kelwyn’s Gamble, but his friend Beregon longed to get home.�It turned out that Marsember was a destination the Gamble planned to visit.�Beregon decided to return to his family, and convinced Migwin to join him.�If Migwin truly learned to control his wild magic, answers could be found in Marsember.�A few weeks later, they disembarked.

Migwin found Marsember overwhelming.�Never had he seen so many people living in one area.�He stayed with Beregon’s family, although they seemed to resent his presence.�They were friendly enough at first glance, but Migwin always got the feeling they thought of him as stupid.�It was true he couldn’t read the signs around town, but who needed them out on the plains.�Migwin couldn’t hunt in the city, and it seemed to sprawl around endlessly.�Built on little islands it was difficult to get away into the country.�But he stuck with Beregon, and Beregon was trying (patiently) to teach Migwin about magic.�Most of his knowledge was found in the books he valued so much, but again the strange squiggles on the paper eluded Migwin.�

Migwin’s thought’s would drift while at his studies with Beregon, and while doing odd jobs around the family household.�Strangely enough he found himself not thinking about riding again on the plains, but rather of being on the open waters at sea.�When Migwin and Beregon would discuss this, even Beregon seemed to find reliving moments aboard the Razor’s Edge fondly (except the beatings).�Then, word came to them about some man called Salty Pete, who was looking for crew.�It sounded like a great chance to get back to the sea again.

Started painting up her last night.

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Could be a possible foe for this new band of adventurers.....

Nice new greens up on the Reaper site.

http://reapermini.com/Greens

I like the Dwarf Miner Sergeant and there's a Chained Succubus fot Scotty.