Garrick Vorn
Title: Retired Mercenary Captain
Reputation: “He survived everything the mines, wars, and men could throw at him… and now nothing surprises him.”
Appearance
- His right hand is a crude but functional iron prosthetic, forged locally by one of the blacksmiths
- Short, greying beard, often unkempt
- Wears battered leather armour reinforced with mismatched metal plates
- Always carries a heavy Warhammer at his side—not for war, he insists, but “old habits”
Background
- Fought as a sell sword in regional conflicts
- Guarded caravans hauling ore and forged goods
- Led a mercenary company known as The Ashen Chain
Current Life
🛡️ “The Adventurer's Rest”
- Miners
- Smiths
- Caravan guards
- Anyone with hard coin and harder stories
- An informal recruiter of guards and adventurers
- A storyteller of half-true war tales
Personality
- Gruff but fair
- Slow to trust, quicker to respect actions than words
- Has a dry, dark sense of humour
- Hates politics—especially people like Valen Drax
Connections in the City
- Blacksmiths: Built his iron hand; he repays them with protection
- The Market: Knows every caravan route and trader worth trusting
- The Cemeteries: Visits one regularly—where his fallen company rests
- The Archaeological Site: Refuses to speak of it unless drunk—or desperate
Rumours & Hooks
- Keeps a sealed chest in his tavern containing something recovered from the ruins
- Recognizes symbols tied to whatever lurks beneath the city
- Once turned down a very lucrative job offered by the city’s diplomat (Valen Drax)
- Is quietly training a new generation of fighters… as if preparing for something
Garrick Vorn was a broad-shouldered man in his late 50s, weathered like the marble buildings of the city. His skin is scarred and soot-stained from years of combat and time spent near the forges.
Garrick came to the city decades ago when it was still transitional—half cattle stead, half rising industrial hub.
