Race : Human
Gender : Male
Class : Wizard - Red Robe Order
Alignment : Neutral Good
AD&D Stats: Str ; Dex ; Con ; Int ; Wis ; Cha ; Ac ; THAC0 ; hp
Ht ; Wt lb; Mv 12"
Guerrand was born in Thornvil, in Northern Ergoth. His father Rejik died when he was nine years old. Then his brother Cormac became the leader of Castle DiThon. Nineteen full years Guerrand's senior, Lord Cormac of Castle DiThon had always seemed more a father than a brother to Guerrand.
Their family tree had tangled limbs, which was not unusual, considering that childbirth and rampart disease took many so early in life. Cormac's mother, Rejik's first wife, had died of Baliforian influenza at thirty, with young Cormac just eight years of age. In the bleak isolation of Northern Ergoth, ten years passed before Rejik defied convention and married Zena, a local lass less than half his age and just two years older than his son Cormac.
Rejik's second family arrived seven months later with the birth of Guerrand. As soon as physically possible came a third son, Quinn. And then, at three and fifty, Rejik received the news of the birth of his first daughter and the death of his second wife in childbirth. Guerrand, Quinn, and Kirah's young mother had seen the seasons change only twenty-eight times. Rejik survived two heartbroken years without her.
And so it was that cold and distant, critical and demanding Cormac inherited his father's holdings in the summer of his twenty-eight year. Having married at twenty and already the father of two, Cormac was not happy about taking on his father's young second family as well.
Unfortunately, Cormac had not inherited their father's business acumen. Thousands of hectares had been passed down from generation to generation. Even ten years before, the DiThon lands had stretched beyond where the eye could see, to within less than two leagues of the Berwick family's manor house at Hillfort.
It was not a boast Cormac could make. In fact, Rejik's eldest son was the one sputtering in jealousy now. Cormac had been forced to sell off parcels of land to pay the debts he claimed could be laid at the feet of both Rejik and the fickle gods. One of those parcels was the land their father had so coveted, the hilly coastlands and fertile grasslands that bordered Hillfort. The purchaser had been the merchant himself, Anton Berwick.
But Cormac had a plan to get that land back. In fact, his usual sour mood had been considerable lighter of late in anticipation of its return. Cormac had arranged a political marriage between Berwick's daughter and Quinn DiThon, Guerrand's younger, adventurous brother. The merchant was desperate for his daughter to marry a title, and Cormac wanted money. Cormac had negotiated as dowry the land he'd once sold. That the land would be in Quinn's name, not Cormac's, was a minor detail to the lord.
Last Modified: Friday October 27, 2006