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Eberhardt Fischer was a tall, handsome human male with dark brown skin and dark eyes. He wears baggy, brightly colored linen trousers and is usually bare-chested, even in foul weather. He is never without a curved sword made of black metal and a large gold necklace. | [[Eberhardt Fischer]] was a tall, handsome human male with dark brown skin and dark eyes. He wears baggy, brightly colored linen trousers and is usually bare-chested, even in foul weather. He is never without a curved sword made of black metal and a large gold necklace. | ||
One day, Eberhardt Fischer returned to his village from a voyage, only to find it utterly destroyed by some malevolent force. He searched for some sign of survivors or evidence of what had happened, but found little in the way of answers. | One day, Eberhardt Fischer returned to his village from a voyage, only to find it utterly destroyed by some malevolent force. He searched for some sign of survivors or evidence of what had happened, but found little in the way of answers. | ||
His “simple merchant” cover disguised his real job as a transporter of dangerous, magical or priceless goods, whether they glowed, screamed, rattled, | His “simple merchant” cover disguised his real job as a transporter of dangerous, magical or priceless goods, whether they glowed, screamed, rattled, hopped around on their own or whispered untold riches. He never looked in the boxes he transported and he never asked questions, though his clients sometimes volunteered the information. It’s all he knows, and his ties to certain clients went back decades. | ||
Eberhardt Fischer spoke quietly and politely, with the conversational rhythms of a lifetime merchant, always asking about his customers’ well-being, keeping them at ease while avoiding too much talk about himself. He did not often often smile, and he glanced around constantly, checking his surroundings and exits in case he needs to make a quick getaway. | Eberhardt Fischer spoke quietly and politely, with the conversational rhythms of a lifetime merchant, always asking about his customers’ well-being, keeping them at ease while avoiding too much talk about himself. He did not often often smile, and he glanced around constantly, checking his surroundings and exits in case he needs to make a quick getaway. | ||
Latest revision as of 16:09, 5 May 2021
Eberhardt Fischer was a tall, handsome human male with dark brown skin and dark eyes. He wears baggy, brightly colored linen trousers and is usually bare-chested, even in foul weather. He is never without a curved sword made of black metal and a large gold necklace.
One day, Eberhardt Fischer returned to his village from a voyage, only to find it utterly destroyed by some malevolent force. He searched for some sign of survivors or evidence of what had happened, but found little in the way of answers.
His “simple merchant” cover disguised his real job as a transporter of dangerous, magical or priceless goods, whether they glowed, screamed, rattled, hopped around on their own or whispered untold riches. He never looked in the boxes he transported and he never asked questions, though his clients sometimes volunteered the information. It’s all he knows, and his ties to certain clients went back decades.
Eberhardt Fischer spoke quietly and politely, with the conversational rhythms of a lifetime merchant, always asking about his customers’ well-being, keeping them at ease while avoiding too much talk about himself. He did not often often smile, and he glanced around constantly, checking his surroundings and exits in case he needs to make a quick getaway.