Arkail Navads

Arkail
Arkail

Born in a small farming village named Ashwick, the son of Brom and Marry Navads.
He had his first taste for combat at the age of eight when he stopped a thief who entered his families shop at the dead of night, the thief had lifted some gems and jewels, the youth grabbed the first thing he saw and ambushed the assailant, bashing him over the head, ever since that night he wished to pursue the same path his father took.His father Brom was a great adventurer in his youth, he met his wife on the sword coasts, he took a job as a hired hand protecting a cargo ship,pirate raids where at an all time high,that’s where he met marry.The two grew fond of each other over the years and gradually decided to settle down and open up a trade store with the gold they had accumulated over the years of travel, Sadly Marry died giving birth.

Brom tough his son to favor light blades and speed over slow heavy weapon and strength. exclaiming that the use of fancy footwork and quick light jabs where far superior to brash and reckless two handed weapons. “you will be able to slip your blade in and out five times before he even lifts his Great axe”
those where the teaching Arkail lived by.

He alwayes wished to prove his metal in the Westgate arena, but Arkail never ventured further then waterdeep, let alone make his way the port in sea of fallen stars. This aspiration has earn him a tile only spoken in jest, bestowed upon Arkail by his four friends, they call him “Gladiator”.

Arkail just shrugs it off, he knows that one day he will get to fight in the arena, he will get his chance to spill blood on the sands in the famous ring. and when that day comes, his friends will be in the stands cheering, then and only then will he proudly wear the title. “Arkail Navads the Gladiator”

Arkail Navads

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