Character Name – Balthier
Lifepaths – Son of a Gun, Officer’s Mate, First Mate, Lead to Outcast, Smuggler
Age – 23
|PTGS||Su: B3||Li: B5||Mi: B7||Se: B8||Tr: B9||Mo: B10|
|Drinking||Beginner’s Luck 1|
|Observation||Beginner’s Luck 1|
- Life is an adventure, this group is too serious. I must show them how to truly live!
- This priest seems to worship a god of chance. I must find out more about his religion and its relation to this adventure.
- I always look out for myself, I must be sure to come away with a worthwhile prize.
- Never fight unless absolutely necessary.
- Always act with style.
- Never play fair.
Gear – Pistol, Clothes, Shoes, Traveling Gear, Piece of Eight
Property -Small Cottage
Affiliations – 1D Noble Women of Minor Houses
1D Local Ring of Freebooters
Spells or Rituals -
Traits – [C-O] Charismatic, [C-O] Charming, [Char] Daring, [Char] Paranoid, [Char] Pegboy, [Dt] Sea Legs
|Weapon Type||I||M||S||Add||VA||WS||Strike Dist|
The windows rattled softly against the gathering winds. It was a cold night, and the winds hinted at a lurking storm. The Lady Anne slept soundly in her warm bed near the hearth, undisturbed by the man quietly slipping from the sheets. Balthier dressed quickly, putting on everything except his boots. There was too much risk the sound of heavy boots on the wood floor would wake Lady Anne. With the storm on the way he needed to return to his ship, the Götterdämmerung, and there was no time for an argument with the Count’s daughter. He opened a window in the east wing, letting the cold air flow through his hair. With a deep breath, he leaped through the window and took off towards the harbor.
It was during a similar storm that Balthier’s story began. His father, Sigurd, was struggling to navigate his vessel, the Last Majesty, through the onslaught and into safe harbor at Bortola. Powerful waves broke over the ships bow and the winds had begun to tear through the sails. Despite this Sigurd was determined to beat the storm. His wife, Elizabeth, was due to give birth to their first-born at any moment, and Sigurd would do anything to see them through to Bortola. As he barked orders to his crew he hardly noticed his fist mate Siegfried as he approached. Siegfried clasped a firm hand on his shoulder and said “my friend, I am sorry. Elizabeth has died during childbirth.” Sigurd let the news sink in slowly. He knew this could happen, a storm on the high seas was no place for a woman to give birth. He spoke softly, “and the child?”. Siegfried managed a small smile, “Twins, a boy and a girl, both healthy.” Sigurd gave a small nod and returned to navigating the ship. He knew Siegfried would take good care of the children for now. Presently he gave way to his sorrow, which could be heard even through the howl of the wind.
The Last Majesty sailed peacefully into the port town of Bortola. The air was bright and clear after the nights weather but the mood on the ship was anything but. Sigurd had disappeared sometime during the night. Some say he was swept overboard by a mighty wave, others say that overcome with grief he gave himself to the mercy of the storm. In any case, the ship now belonged to Siegfried, who in addition to being first mate, was Sigurds lifelong friend and confidant. He vowed to raise Sigurds children as if they were his own.
From a young age Balthier and his sister Elizabeth were made to help around the ship. The Last Majesty was a successful privateer vessel in the service of House Alcaeus and there was little room for those who could not work their fair share. Their home was the ship and the crew was their family. It was a dangerous life for children, but none could say that Balthier and his sister weren’t up to the task. Perhaps it was the circumstances of their birth or the demands of growing up on a military vessel, but both children seemed well suited to this life; although Elizabeth more so than her brother.
As they grew into adulthood Elizabeth began to take on more and more important duties on the ship, eventually becoming First mate to Siegfried, who could not have been more proud to have her as his right hand woman. Balthier however, had began to grow restless. While life as a privateer was certainly an adventure, it lacked a certain freedom. Balthier longed to be able to see the world without having to act as a representative of the King’s court should act. He wished to go where he wanted, when he wanted. In his eyes the confines of the law were too restrictive. For this reason, while docked at the familiar port of Bortola, Balthier said goodbye to his sister and Sigurd and left the ship to make his own way.
Life was hard at first, but it was not long before he was approached by the man who would forever change his life. Amadeus was a short man, although none would call him small. He had a certain presence, which made those around him feel some amount of unease. He grinned slyly as he explained that Balthier was just the kind of man he was looking for. “I’ve been looking all over for you Balthier” Amadeus said. “How do you know who I am?” he asked quizzically. Amadeus grinned, “Come now, it hasn’t been long since you left the Last Majesty. Many here in Bortola are familiar with her and her crew. You and your sister in particular.” “What do you want of me then?” Balthier asked. “Want? Oh my dear boy I don’t want anything! In fact I am here to give you a gift. The gift of opportunity. I am in need of a man with your skillset who has, shall we say, a certain willingness to engage is slightly less than legal activities. I have heard that you could be such a man.” Balthier thought for a moment, this was perhaps the kind of adventure he had yearned for. He decided then and there, “I’m in, just tell me what to do.”
Not but a fortnight later, Balthier found himself as an attendee at a gala hosted by Gideon Foxstrider, the Magistrate of Bortola. In particular he found himself quite enjoying the company of Daphne, the magistrate’s oldest daughter. Balthier often mixed business with pleasure. You might even say it was his motto. He was at Gideon’s estate for one reason alone, to acquire a rare artifact which the magistrate had recently come into possession of. He found himself being led by Daphne’s soft hands to the second floor of the estate. She whispered sweet nothings into his ear until they reached to end of the hall, at which point she promptly fainted and fell into a deep sleep. Amadeus’ apothecary friend works well, he thought. He quietly carried her to a nearby room and closed the door. After locating the safe with the artifact, he dragged it to a window and mustered his strength to shove it out the window. It landed with a loud crash. Men who had been waiting below with a carriage rushed to load the safe and drive off as quickly as possible. Balthier knew that the entire party must have heard the crash. He turned to see the magistrate and two of his guards standing at the other end of the hallway. Gideon shouted “What are you doing?! Who are you?!”. One of the guards drew a sword and slowly began to move down the hallway. Balthier drew his pistol and fired a single bullet towards the end of the hall as he leaped from the window to the waiting carriage below. As soon as he landed the driver cracked his whip and the carriage raced off to make a narrow escape.
Two days later Balthier stood in front a large frigate vessel. The gift Amadeus had promised for retrieving the artifact. Balthier almost certainly could have received more had he sold the artifact himself, but the call of freedom was too strong, and this ship was here now. Balthier christened the ship Götterdämmerung. By successfully completing Amadeus’ heist he had earned himself a place amongst the local smugglers and freebooters, who welcomed the services of the Götterdämmerung. Balthier would later learn that Sigurd had passed away, and that Elizabeth was now Captain of the Last Majesty. He would also learn that in an effort to crack down on smuggling, privateers had been ordered to deal harshly wish any smuggling vessels they came across. He wondered if he would ever have to meet his sister in combat. He believed that she would act as she was ordered, she always was the dutiful one.
We now return to the night which began by the side of Lady Anne. The storm raged harder and harder until Balthier could hardly stand upright. He was forced to take shelter in a nearby inn, there was nothing he could do for his ship in this weather, he doubted whether the inn would last the night. In the morning he walked to the harbor to find that the harbor was empty, it’s great girth devoid of ships. The storm had sunk them all to the depths, the Götterdämmerung included. Well, thought Balthier, I’ve been looking for a change of pace…