Sheldon Bergenson

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Legendary swordsman. Brilliant tactician. Warrior-poet for the ages. None of these titles can be assigned to Sheldon Bergenson. A farmer’s son, he’s the youngest of nine kids, 7 sons and 2 daughters. Growing up, he spent his days tilling the land and pulling weeds beside his brothers, all the while dreaming of a life of ease. When he reached 16 he headed off into the world to make his fortunes. His first real job was working with a lumberjack crew in the forest, but left after a year. He wandered for a bit, before joining up with a band of adventures, killing local pests and whatnot. When the band was wiped out by orcs, Sheldon fled with what gear he could grab and has been hiring himself out as an adventurer ever since. Though he’s never had a really difficult task (he’s good at spotting and avoiding those jobs), he hasn’t starved to death yet either. He’s picked up a fair bit of knowledge about monsters and stuff from drinking the night away in taverns with more seasoned adventurers, and has become pretty good with the battered short sword and old barrel lid shield he uses.

Now well into his new career as adventurer/hero/owner of 1/5th of a bar, Sheldon has grown as fighter, if not as a person. Having traded in the rusty short sword, battered scale mail and barrel top for a sweet longsword, better chain mail, and actual shield, Shledon makes a formidable opponent in any battle as long as its not against ruffians in the streets. Vowing revenge against the Slick Fingers, he is plotting his next move over ale at his new base, the Wolf and Wizard tavern, or while on the road with the group he feels are becoming like friends.

Sheldon Bergenson

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