Memberships: Elainís Knights
Eyes: Midnight purple with silver flecks.
Drama Dice 2
Glamour Dice +1
Arcana Trusting (Hubris)
 Child of the Sky
 Slow aging and immunity to disease.
[-2] Iron Vulnerability
Membership: Elaine's Knights
Glamour (Full Blooded)
Brawn: The Horned Hunter 3
Finesse: Robin Goodfellow 0
Wits: Jack 1
Resolve: The Stone Knight 2
Panache: Thomas 1
Attack: Bow 1
Attack: Dirty Fighting 1
Attack: Heavy Weapons 2
Parry: Heavy Weapons 2
Menial Tasks 1
Parry: Heavy Weapons 15
Reload 1 action
Damage 8k2 (7k2 outside of avalon.)
Parry, Active 4k2
Parry, Passive 15
Twenty-two years ago a young scribe named Sam spent the summer in the countryside recovering from a fever. While walking in the woods at night, he caught the eye of a sidhe damsel. For four and twenty nights, she teased him by dancing in a gown of spun moonbeams, then bolting into the woods and laughing in bliss as he gave chase, like a nymph pursued by a satyr.
On the twenty fifth night, she saw that his ardor was not flagging, and he had grown strong and hale in the chase, so she yielded to his desires. She gave him her nameóNiobe--and melted into his embrace. They disappeared together for seven nights into a tower covered in night blooming flowers and made love from sunset to sunrise. He never saw her during the day. When the sun rose on the eight day, Sam awoke alone in the woods.
He never saw Niobe again, but nine months later he awoke in his home to find a wicker bassinet had been placed at the foot of his bed. There was a newborn baby boy there, strong and hale, with midnight purple eyes flecked with gold, like the stars in the last moments of sunset. There was a note in elegant hand.
This is your son, Bran. He was born on the Eve of All Hallows. He will have the wisdom of his father and the strength of a giant. The sword is Stormblossom. It strikes like the lightning that turns the night to day. Give it to him the day he becomes a man and tell him that nothing he truly wishes to accomplish is beyond him.
Now Bran grew up tall and wise and strong. He learned to read and write from his father, who carefully shepherded money to ensure he could study beneath a swordmaster. He loved books, especially those about the heroes of Avalon. He yearned to become a knight.
Many of his neighbors laughed when he shared that fantasy. Bran was skinny and gangly as a teen. Bookish, prone to squinting, with ink stained fingers. He moved slowly and spoke slowly, not wishing to hurt people on accident. He was especially awkward by day. Few saw it, but when the sun set his awkwardness faded away, and he became precise and graceful even in the midst of growth spurts.
Bran was on the verge of giving up on the sword and becoming a scribe like his father when he came of age. The revelation of his mother's nature, the gift of the sword, and most of all her message gave him new hope and motivation. When Queen Elaine reclaimed the Grail, Bran discovered that he had the same magic of Glamour that was awakening within the lords of the land. He presented himself to one of Elain's knights and asked to be made a squire.
On his twenty-first birthday, Bran was knighted by Queen Elaine into the Order of the High King.
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