<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/669a2592f286a15b87d5a63d5f56c863.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Eomaer Lionblade</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1355697)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character History</div><div class="spoiler_body">   As a poor child growing up in Silverymoon, Jarek Marsk loved nothing more then his grandfather Eomaer's stories about his youth among the Black Lion Uthgardt, mighty and noble barbarians who's totem animal guided them along a more benevolent—if still primal—path than the other Uthgardt.  <br/><br/>   In his teen years, being very poor--by Silverymoon standards!--rebellious, and envious of those with more wealth and fewer zits, Jarek got into some trouble with the law for theft.  After a little time in jail and some community service, Jarek was released into Eomaer's custody  Though Eomaer--was by now very old, he dragged Jarek out of the city by his ear to truly teach him the ways of the Utgardt.<br/><br/>   It did wonders for Jarek.  <br/><br/>   The clean air and exercise (along with coming into full manhood) cleared up his acne.  The brutal honesty of the wild lands cleaned up his sulky soul.  Clear mountain water washed away teen angst.  Jarek grew strong, rugged, and handsome, and began to develop the first hints of true wisdom.  <br/>   <br/>   When Jarek was 20, old age finally caught up to Eomaer.  As the old man imparted a few final lessons to Jarek, he revealed that the descendents of the Uthgar had settled to a life of civilized farming and trading at Beorunna's well—the ancestral burial mound of their people.  Eomar also spoke of his own grandfather Eugthew.  <br/><br/>   In battle with a great and terrible dragon known as Frost Razor, Eugthew's ax had shattered on the dragon's scales.  He was knocked across the dragon's horde by a casual swipe of the great white's tail.  As the dragon was slaughtering his fellows, Eugthew's hand closed around the hilt of a great blade of dwarf-forged steel.  As Eugthew staggered to his feet, he prayed to Uthgardt to give him strength, and a mark appeared upon the hilt of the blade—the claws of a lion.  <br/><br/>   Eugthew leaped upon the dragon's back and buried the blessed blade in it's neck!  <br/><br/>   That tale was the last one Eomaer ever shared with his grandson.  He passed from the realm of the living on the next dawn, but it was not his last lesson.  Jarek wrapped his grandfather's body in blankets, threw it across his back, and began a long trek to Beorunna's Well to bury him with his ancestors.  <br/><br/>   It was a long and exhausting journey.  Jarek's resolve was stressed near to the limit by cold and fatigue.  After seven days, when the young man was barely able to think of anything but his mother's hearth in Silverymoon, a great black lion soared over the rise to assail him.  Jarek grabbed his grandfather's sword to defend himself.  The two battled for what felt like an eternity.  The lion's front paw raked deep gouges down his chest  <br/><br/>   It was then the the fighting fury his grandfather had spoken of came ot him ofr the first time.  With the strength of a berserker, Jarek drove the sword into the lion's heart.  <br/><br/>   Panting for breath, weak from his wounds, Jarek staggered to a spring too drink, wondering how he could possibly find the strength to go on.  <br/><br/>   Seeing his reflection in the water, Jarek's eyes widened as he thought he saw his grandfather's face, sixty years younger, looking back at him.  <br/><br/>   Five days later, clad in a black lion skin with claws around his neck on a chord and a draamtic scar on his bare chest Jarek reached the longhouses outside Beorunna's Well with his grandfather's frozen body over his back.  For a split second, he felt anger for these people having abandoned their ancient ways, but it passed as quickly as it came.  The civilized Black Lions came cautiously to him offering hospitality and succor.  When asked his name, it was not the word Jarek that passed his lips, but Eomaer.   He graciously accepted food, warmth, a bath and a shave, but found—with no real malice—that civilized comforts satisfied him quickly before he was ready to return to the wilderness.  <br/><br/>   He offered three of his grandfather's stories to his hosts and a golden torque to show his thanks, and in the morning, carried his father to the Mound to bury.  <br/><br/>   Eomaer sought the grave of Eugthew, meaning to pray in there, and found that the earth had been turned in recent months.  <br/><br/>   Angered, he unearthed his great grandfather's bones.  They were disturged, his grave goods robbed, his dwarf-forged sword nowhere to be found.  <br/><br/>   Eomar interned both of his ancestors with fresh prayers, then set out with his grandfather's sword to find the thieves.  <br/> </div></div>