<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/>Eomar strode boldly down the streets of Baldur's Gate in sturdy trigger trousers, soft leather boots, and a black lion skin cloak.  Shirtless, the claw mark on his sun-bronzed chest was clearly visible, as were the claws that made the scar--hanging around his neck on a leather thong.  Not many this far south new how to tell an Uthgar from another barbarian, but someone from the Silver Marches might be surprised that an obvious Uthgar--even from the largely settled Black Lion band--chose to bare a claymore across his back rather than a greataxe.<br/><br/>Eomar surprised himself a lot too, truth be told.  Though he was passingly anoyed at having to take up such a long quest to earn the aid of Berdusk's powerful wizards in finding his ancestral blade, Eomar was truly delighted to be doing a mission for the Harpers.<em>If someone had told me five years ago--or anyone who knew me--what I was today, or what I was doing, I'd have laughed in their face.</em><br/><br/>The big barbarian chuckled softly as he made his way up to an estate he'd recieved directions too and adressed the watchman, "Excuse me, neighbor.  Is this the house of the shieldmaiden Syndra?"