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<b>Freeman Mongrelborn</b> was a [[High Captain]] of [[Port Skaug]] and a powerful admiral in the [[Skaugan Main]]. His true name, was he ever given one, and his parentage are lost to history; any records that detailed such information surely burned with the sugar plantation that birthed him. The product of both the desperate couplings of plantation slaves and the experimental “husbandry” of the slavemasters, he had no recognizable race. According to a contemporary pamphlet extolling his deeds, | <b>Freeman Mongrelborn</b> was a [[High Captain]] of [[Port Skaug]] and a powerful admiral in the [[Skaugan Main]] during the [[third century Valanthe]]. His true name, was he ever given one, and his parentage are lost to history; any records that detailed such information surely burned with the sugar plantation that birthed him. The product of both the desperate couplings of plantation slaves and the experimental “husbandry” of the slavemasters, he had no recognizable race. According to a contemporary pamphlet extolling his deeds, | ||
<blockquote>"On the plantation, he was simply called a mongrel. One might see at one glance the bulk of the [[orc]] in his frame, at another, the gleam of the [[elf]] in his keen eyes, the alacrity of the [[halfling]] in his surprisingly delicate hands, the staunchness of the [[dwarf]] in the set of his jaw, the decidedly [[goblinoid]] sharpness of his teeth – perhaps even something [[celestial]] or [[demonic]] in the pale, lichen-green hue of his skin. When, one blessed day, he slew his masters and set fire to their plantation, he left his slave name in the flames, sardonically choosing as his nom de guerre the slur by which he was so often referred."</blockquote> | <blockquote>"On the plantation, he was simply called a mongrel. One might see at one glance the bulk of the [[orc]] in his frame, at another, the gleam of the [[elf]] in his keen eyes, the alacrity of the [[halfling]] in his surprisingly delicate hands, the staunchness of the [[dwarf]] in the set of his jaw, the decidedly [[goblinoid]] sharpness of his teeth – perhaps even something [[celestial]] or [[demonic]] in the pale, lichen-green hue of his skin. When, one blessed day, he slew his masters and set fire to their plantation, he left his slave name in the flames, sardonically choosing as his nom de guerre the slur by which he was so often referred."</blockquote> | ||