Proximo - Revision history

Msifton at 19:22, 21 May 2023

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	Toiling in poverty, Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. The old woman's dying wish was that Proximo take up arms again, and bring the Creator’s light to the fade, to end all its sickness and death. But when Sylvia passed, Proximo’s spirit broke. The plague, he knew, was the creator's punishment for his abandonment of his grandchild. Overcome with grief and guilt, he took to the ale again, and for the next four years, he became the same miserable drunkard he was in his youth.		Toiling in poverty, Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. The old woman's dying wish was that Proximo take up arms again, and bring the Creator’s light to the fade, to end all its sickness and death. But when Sylvia passed, Proximo’s spirit broke. The plague, he knew, was the creator's punishment for his abandonment of his grandchild. Overcome with grief and guilt, he took to the ale again, and for the next four years, he became the same miserable drunkard he was in his youth.

	At nearly 70 years, Proximo's liver was almost rotted through when he overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: could one of his old comrades, at last, have returned from the fade? In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course through his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.		At nearly 70 years, Proximo's liver was almost rotted through when he overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. When he heard this, Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: ''could one of his old comrades, at last, have returned from the fade?'' In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course through his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.

	Proximo sold the last of his belongings for an axe, shield, chain shirt, and a pack of supplies, and immediately made the long journey to Solace. There he laid eyes on Solomon, his beloved captain, for the first time in fifty years. Captain Solomon had not aged a day, and despite his strange, luminescent red hair, Proximo knew Solomon’s appearance for what it was: a miracle. He hugged his captain, sobbing and dripping snot, thanking the divine for this blessing.		Proximo sold the last of his belongings for an axe, shield, chain shirt, and a pack of supplies, and immediately made the long journey to Solace. There he laid eyes on Solomon, his beloved captain, for the first time in fifty years. Captain Solomon had not aged a day, and despite his strange, luminescent red hair, Proximo knew Solomon’s appearance for what it was: a miracle. He hugged his captain, sobbing and dripping snot, thanking the divine for this blessing.

Msifton at 19:20, 21 May 2023

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	After that, half of Proximo's family abandoned the estate, cursing him and his wife for their cowardice.		After that, half of Proximo's family abandoned the estate, cursing him and his wife for their cowardice.

	And cursed they were, for as the first calamity passed, the second immediately struck, like divine retribution..		And cursed they were, for as the first calamity passed, the second immediately struck, like divine retribution.

	Mere days after the witch hunters departed, a monstrous plague swept in from the mists of the fade, devastating the entire town. Inside of a week, Proximo's brother and half his remaining children and grandchildren died, and the Jenkins estate fell to ruin.		Mere days after the witch hunters departed, a monstrous plague swept in from the mists of the fade, devastating the entire town. Inside of a week, Proximo's brother and half his remaining children and grandchildren died, and the Jenkins estate fell to ruin.

Msifton at 19:19, 21 May 2023

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	The first calamity came in the form of one of Proximo's own grandchildren. Sweet little Syl was only four years of age when she began to display innate magical powers. When her parents found out, word quickly spread throughout the household. Proximo and his wife had raised their children to always trust the decrees of the Church, but little Syl was beloved by everyone, and the debate over whether to report the child or conceal her from the Hand nearly tore his family apart. Proximo himself, having never been directly confronted with the Church's cruelties, became crippled with indecision over the matter. He beseeched the Creator for wisdom, but his prayers went unanswered.		The first calamity came in the form of one of Proximo's own grandchildren. Sweet little Syl was only four years of age when she began to display innate magical powers. When her parents found out, word quickly spread throughout the household. Proximo and his wife had raised their children to always trust the decrees of the Church, but little Syl was beloved by everyone, and the debate over whether to report the child or conceal her from the Hand nearly tore his family apart. Proximo himself, having never been directly confronted with the Church's cruelties, became crippled with indecision over the matter. He beseeched the Creator for wisdom, but his prayers went unanswered.

	When the truth ultimately reached the church, witch hunters came to the estate. God~~, they said,~~ required ~~them~~ to surrender the child, and Proximo, in the end, did nothing to stop little Syl from being taken away, even as her parents screamed and begged him to intervene. It was the last anyone ever saw of the poor girl.		When the truth ultimately reached the church, witch hunters came to the estate. They told Proximo that God required him to surrender the child, and Proximo, in the end, did nothing to stop little Syl from being taken away, even as her parents screamed and begged him to intervene. It was the last anyone ever saw of the poor girl.

	After that, half of Proximo's family abandoned the estate, cursing him and his wife for their cowardice.		After that, half of Proximo's family abandoned the estate, cursing him and his wife for their cowardice.

Msifton: /* Backstory */

2023-05-21T19:17:14Z

Backstory

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	In time, Proximo forgot about his old life. He gave up the drink, took to the straight and narrow, and was reborn as a devout follower of the Church of the Creator. For the next 50 years, he helped his older brother run the Jenkins estate, and ran a gang of teamsters to drive caravans of goods across Midweld. He also had nine children, and eighteen grandchildren.		In time, Proximo forgot about his old life. He gave up the drink, took to the straight and narrow, and was reborn as a devout follower of the Church of the Creator. For the next 50 years, he helped his older brother run the Jenkins estate, and ran a gang of teamsters to drive caravans of goods across Midweld. He also had nine children, and eighteen grandchildren.

	As the decades passed, Proximo’s unusual blue hair turned to gray, and he became fat. ~~And then, the year he turned 65, a pair of calamities arrived.~~		As the decades passed, Proximo’s unusual blue hair turned to gray, and he became fat.

	~~The first calamity came in the form of one of Proximo's own grandchildren, who, at only four years of age~~, ~~began to display innate magical powers. The debate over whether to conceal the child from~~ the ~~church or inform~~ the ~~Paladins of Nostor nearly tore his family apart. Proximo~~, having never been directly confronted with the Church's cruelties, became crippled with indecision over the matter. He beseeched the Creator for wisdom, but his prayers went unanswered. And when the truth ultimately reached the church, Proximo did nothing to protect his grandchild from being taken away. Nearly half of ~~his relatives and children abandoned the estate then, cursing Proximo and his wife for their cowardice~~.		And then, the year the old man turned 65, a pair of calamities arrived.

	The ~~second~~ calamity ~~appeared shortly thereafter, and was far worse than~~ the ~~first~~. ~~A plague swept in from the mists~~ of ~~the fade~~, ~~devastating~~ the ~~entire town~~. Proximo~~'s brother~~ and ~~half~~ his ~~remaining~~ children ~~and grandchildren died, and~~ the ~~Jenkins estate fell to ruin. Toiling in poverty~~, ~~Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. Her dying wish~~ was ~~that Proximo take up arms again~~, and ~~bring~~ the ~~Creator’s light~~ to the ~~fade, to end all its sickness and death~~. ~~But when Sylvia passed~~, ~~Proximo’s spirit broke. Taking~~ the ~~plague as a kind of divine punishment for his cowardice~~, ~~he took to~~ the ~~ale again, and~~ for ~~the next four years~~, ~~he became the same miserable drunkard he was in~~ his ~~youth~~.		The first calamity came in the form of one of Proximo's own grandchildren. Sweet little Syl was only four years of age when she began to display innate magical powers. When her parents found out, word quickly spread throughout the household. Proximo and his wife had raised their children to always trust the decrees of the Church, but little Syl was beloved by everyone, and the debate over whether to report the child or conceal her from the Hand nearly tore his family apart. Proximo himself, having never been directly confronted with the Church's cruelties, became crippled with indecision over the matter. He beseeched the Creator for wisdom, but his prayers went unanswered.

	The ~~morning after~~ his ~~landlord sent him an eviction notice~~, Proximo overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: could one of his old comrades ~~have~~, at last, returned from the fade? In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course through his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.		When the truth ultimately reached the church, witch hunters came to the estate. God, they said, required them to surrender the child, and Proximo, in the end, did nothing to stop little Syl from being taken away, even as her parents screamed and begged him to intervene. It was the last anyone ever saw of the poor girl.

			After that, half of Proximo's family abandoned the estate, cursing him and his wife for their cowardice.

			And cursed they were, for as the first calamity passed, the second immediately struck, like divine retribution..

			Mere days after the witch hunters departed, a monstrous plague swept in from the mists of the fade, devastating the entire town. Inside of a week, Proximo's brother and half his remaining children and grandchildren died, and the Jenkins estate fell to ruin.

			Toiling in poverty, Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. The old woman's dying wish was that Proximo take up arms again, and bring the Creator’s light to the fade, to end all its sickness and death. But when Sylvia passed, Proximo’s spirit broke. The plague, he knew, was the creator's punishment for his abandonment of his grandchild. Overcome with grief and guilt, he took to the ale again, and for the next four years, he became the same miserable drunkard he was in his youth.

			At nearly 70 years, Proximo's liver was almost rotted through when he overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: could one of his old comrades, at last, have returned from the fade? In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course through his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.

	Proximo sold the last of his belongings for an axe, shield, chain shirt, and a pack of supplies, and immediately made the long journey to Solace. There he laid eyes on Solomon, his beloved captain, for the first time in fifty years. Captain Solomon had not aged a day, and despite his strange, luminescent red hair, Proximo knew Solomon’s appearance for what it was: a miracle. He hugged his captain, sobbing and dripping snot, thanking the divine for this blessing.		Proximo sold the last of his belongings for an axe, shield, chain shirt, and a pack of supplies, and immediately made the long journey to Solace. There he laid eyes on Solomon, his beloved captain, for the first time in fifty years. Captain Solomon had not aged a day, and despite his strange, luminescent red hair, Proximo knew Solomon’s appearance for what it was: a miracle. He hugged his captain, sobbing and dripping snot, thanking the divine for this blessing.
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	==Enemies==		==Enemies==
	- Dice players, gamblers and sharks probably know Proximo. Some ~~would be friendly, others~~ might want to collect on debts		- Dice players, gamblers and sharks probably know Proximo. Some might want to collect on debts

	- A few barkeeps, tavern proprietors and serving wenches in Aarden will likely recognize Proximo, but their ~~impression~~ might not be favorable		- A few barkeeps, tavern proprietors and serving wenches in Aarden will likely recognize Proximo, but their impressions of him might not be favorable

	==Organizations==		==Organizations==

Msifton at 05:44, 10 February 2023

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 ==Organizations==
 Midweld Teamsters Coalition (MTC)
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Msifton: Added an extra bit of tragedy concerning Proximo's grandchildren and the Church of the Creator

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Added an extra bit of tragedy concerning Proximo's grandchildren and the Church of the Creator

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	In time, Proximo forgot about his old life. He gave up the drink, took to the straight and narrow, and was reborn as a devout follower of the Church of the Creator. For the next 50 years, he helped his older brother run the Jenkins estate, and ran a gang of teamsters to drive caravans of goods across Midweld. He also had nine children, and eighteen grandchildren.		In time, Proximo forgot about his old life. He gave up the drink, took to the straight and narrow, and was reborn as a devout follower of the Church of the Creator. For the next 50 years, he helped his older brother run the Jenkins estate, and ran a gang of teamsters to drive caravans of goods across Midweld. He also had nine children, and eighteen grandchildren.

	As the decades passed, Proximo’s unusual blue hair turned to gray, and he became fat. And then, the year he turned 65, ~~calamity~~ arrived.		As the decades passed, Proximo’s unusual blue hair turned to gray, and he became fat. And then, the year he turned 65, a pair of calamities arrived.

	A plague swept in from the mists of the fade, devastating ~~his~~ town ~~and family~~. ~~His~~ brother and half his children and grandchildren died, and the Jenkins estate fell to ruin. Toiling in poverty, Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. Her dying wish was that Proximo take up arms again, and bring the Creator’s light to the fade, to end all its sickness and death. But when Sylvia passed, Proximo’s spirit broke. He took to the ale again, and for the next four years, he became the same miserable drunkard he was in his youth.		The first calamity came in the form of one of Proximo's own grandchildren, who, at only four years of age, began to display innate magical powers. The debate over whether to conceal the child from the church or inform the Paladins of Nostor nearly tore his family apart. Proximo, having never been directly confronted with the Church's cruelties, became crippled with indecision over the matter. He beseeched the Creator for wisdom, but his prayers went unanswered. And when the truth ultimately reached the church, Proximo did nothing to protect his grandchild from being taken away. Nearly half of his relatives and children abandoned the estate then, cursing Proximo and his wife for their cowardice.

			The second calamity appeared shortly thereafter, and was far worse than the first. A plague swept in from the mists of the fade, devastating the entire town. Proximo's brother and half his remaining children and grandchildren died, and the Jenkins estate fell to ruin. Toiling in poverty, Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. Her dying wish was that Proximo take up arms again, and bring the Creator’s light to the fade, to end all its sickness and death. But when Sylvia passed, Proximo’s spirit broke. Taking the plague as a kind of divine punishment for his cowardice, he took to the ale again, and for the next four years, he became the same miserable drunkard he was in his youth.

	The morning after his landlord sent him an eviction notice, Proximo overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: could one of his old comrades have, at last, returned from the fade? In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course through his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.		The morning after his landlord sent him an eviction notice, Proximo overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: could one of his old comrades have, at last, returned from the fade? In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course through his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.

Nket at 01:20, 28 January 2023

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Nket at 23:57, 27 January 2023

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Bswenson at 19:35, 20 January 2023

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	==Backstory==		==Backstory==
	Proximo, son of Leeroy of the house of Jenkins, ran away from his family’s mercantile responsibilities at the age of fifteen, intent on a heroic career as a warrior on the frontier. By nineteen, he was the youngest recruit in a famous ranging party that hunted fade beasts around Midweld. Even at that age, Proximo was a ferocious warrior, but had a habit of drinking, gambling and debauchery, and would drag his whole squad into drunken fistfights at half the taverns they frequented.		Proximo, son of Leeroy of the house of Jenkins, ran away from his family’s mercantile responsibilities at the age of fifteen, intent on a heroic career as a warrior on the frontier. By nineteen, he was the youngest recruit in a famous ranging party that hunted fade beasts around Midweld. Even at that age, Proximo was a ferocious warrior, but had a habit of drinking, gambling and debauchery, and would drag his whole squad into drunken fistfights at half the taverns they frequented.

Msifton at 03:08, 14 January 2023

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	A plague swept in from the mists of the fade, devastating his town and family. His brother and half his children and grandchildren died, and the Jenkins estate fell to ruin. Toiling in poverty, Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. Her dying wish was that Proximo take up arms again, and bring the Creator’s light to the fade, to end all its sickness and death. But when Sylvia passed, Proximo’s spirit broke. He took to the ale again, and for the next four years, he became the same miserable drunkard he was in his youth.		A plague swept in from the mists of the fade, devastating his town and family. His brother and half his children and grandchildren died, and the Jenkins estate fell to ruin. Toiling in poverty, Proximo’s wife became ill shortly after. Her dying wish was that Proximo take up arms again, and bring the Creator’s light to the fade, to end all its sickness and death. But when Sylvia passed, Proximo’s spirit broke. He took to the ale again, and for the next four years, he became the same miserable drunkard he was in his youth.

	The morning after his landlord sent him an eviction notice, Proximo overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: could one of his old comrades have, at last, returned from the fade? In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course ~~threw~~ his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.		The morning after his landlord sent him an eviction notice, Proximo overheard a pair of teamsters at a bar, gossiping about a madman with unnatural, vibrant red hair who stumbled into Solace stark naked, spouting gibberish. Proximo’s bloodshot eyes bulged: could one of his old comrades have, at last, returned from the fade? In his heart, Proximo was sure. The Creator told him it was true, and he felt God’s divine love course through his aged body, filling him with renewed vigor. He knew with glorious certainty what he had to do, and how he was meant to leave this world.

	Proximo sold the last of his belongings for an axe, shield, chain shirt, and a pack of supplies, and immediately made the long journey to Solace. There he laid eyes on Solomon, his beloved captain, for the first time in fifty years. Captain Solomon had not aged a day, and despite his strange, luminescent red hair, Proximo knew Solomon’s appearance for what it was: a miracle. He hugged his captain, sobbing and dripping snot, thanking the divine for this blessing.		Proximo sold the last of his belongings for an axe, shield, chain shirt, and a pack of supplies, and immediately made the long journey to Solace. There he laid eyes on Solomon, his beloved captain, for the first time in fifty years. Captain Solomon had not aged a day, and despite his strange, luminescent red hair, Proximo knew Solomon’s appearance for what it was: a miracle. He hugged his captain, sobbing and dripping snot, thanking the divine for this blessing.

	For the next few weeks, Proximo tended to his long-lost brother-in-arms, easing his nightmares with scripture, and teaching the poor man to speak again. As he did, Proximo felt stronger ~~in that moment~~ than ever in his long life. He knew, at long last, that he would find his lost companions - every one of them - and that together, in the Creator’s name, they would rid His world of the fade once and for all.		For the next few weeks, Proximo tended to his long-lost brother-in-arms, easing his nightmares with scripture, and teaching the poor man to speak again. As he did, Proximo felt stronger than ever in his long life. He knew, at long last, that he would find his lost companions - every one of them - and that together, in the Creator’s name, they would rid His world of the fade once and for all.

	==Allies==		==Allies==