Marcus Blackwall
A stalwart soldier of the Keep's garrison, Marcus volunteered for the dangerous patrols beyond the walls after goblinoid raids claimed the life of his patrol partner. He fights with the disciplined sword-and-shield techniques drilled into every Keep recruit.
Human
Fighter (Champion)
Guard
Lawful Good
Ability Scores
16
+3
13
+1
14
+2
10
+0
12
+1
8
-1
Skill Proficiencies
Character Details
Marcus Blackwall grew up in a farming village two days' ride from the Keep, the kind of settlement that existed only because the garrison kept the wilderness at bay. When a goblin raiding party struck the village and burned his family's homestead, the Keep's soldiers drove the attackers off — but arrived too late to save Marcus's father. The twelve-year-old boy followed the soldiers back to the Keep and begged the Castellan to take him on as a page. He trained for six years, rising through the ranks to become a dependable member of the gate watch. When his patrol partner was killed in an ambush near the Caves of Chaos, Marcus petitioned the Castellan for permission to join the adventuring parties the Keep was hiring to deal with the growing threat. The Castellan agreed, recognizing that Marcus's knowledge of the surrounding terrain and military training would be valuable. Marcus fights not for glory or gold, but to ensure no other child loses a parent to the monsters lurking in those caves.
"I check every door, every corner, and every shadow before moving forward. Vigilance is the price of survival on the borderlands."
"Protection. The strong have a duty to shield the weak. That's why the Keep exists, and that's why I fight."
"The Keep is more than a fortress — it's the only home I've ever known. I will defend it and everyone inside its walls."
"I follow orders to the letter, even when common sense suggests flexibility. Breaking protocol feels like betraying the garrison."
Appearance
Male
24
5'10"
175 lbs
Steel gray
Weathered tan from years of wall duty
Sandy brown, kept regulation-short
A lean, alert soldier with the watchful eyes of a man who has spent years scanning the tree line for threats. He wears the Keep garrison's standard-issue chain mail with a faded blue tabard bearing the Castellan's crest. A well-maintained longsword hangs at his hip, and a heavy wooden shield is strapped to his back, its surface scored with old claw marks.