Sir Rhydian of Ramsey

An attractive, one eyed man with an affinity for birds of prey.


A striking man with black hair and, the ladies say, large ‘feet’. He has one eye rendered useless, he has a totally white orb beneath the scarred eyelid. He opens it when cursing people which he does often and with unnerving conviction

Proud 16
Swordsmanship 20
Appearance 16
Constitution 16



Before he arrived in Salisbury, he had spent some years raiding the french coastline. It was on that coastline that he lost his eye. Some say he was captured and tortured, others believe that he gave his own eye to a witch in exchange for a vision of his death. His shipmates claim that he disappeared for a month and reappeared later, all skin and bone and missing an eye and was picked up by the same ship by chance as they sailed past the ruined village where he had disappeared. Sir Rhydian refuses to talk about it, but he also refuses to wear any sort of patch over it. Many find the scar roguish and intriguing.

Sir Rhydian is quite a cruel man, he used to capture foes who had struck down his shipmates and buried them up to the neck at low tide. He would tell them that they had better pray, and if their god loved them, they had nothing to fear. This startled his crew, but soon it was common practice upon every survivor of their raids, whether they had killed an ally or not.

Rhydian also has an affinity with birds. He adores them. He took his Goshawk on the boat with him and would have it hunt seagulls and blind the lookouts of enemy boats.

Sir Rhydian is a Pagan, but his faith is unfocused. He doesn’t know much about the gods, and assumes that if one needs him, it will let him know.

Mainly, though Rhydian is proud. He will tell stories of his successes, his experiences and his adventures, but he will never discuss a loss, never admit weakness and refuses to be humbled, even by a high ranking noble. He is an excellent liar and many question whether his stories have been exaggerated to be more exciting. He cares not that whether is doubted, as long as his name echo through poems and songs, he couldn’t give a rats arse what he is perceived as, hero or villain, good or evil. There is only one thing that is eternal and that is glory, and Sir Rhydian is hungry like a wolf when it comes to glory.

Sir Rhydian of Ramsey

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