Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 12, 2018 20:56:32 GMT
Name: Lucas of Brindlewood
Age: 25
Time with Gang (in months): 0
Skills:
Fighting
One Handed Weapons
-Small Blades (+5 in Tight Quarters) 74
Special
- Unarmed Combat 40
Armor
-Leather (20 Points) 20
Social
--Persuasion (The use of logic to turn someone around to your way of thinking) 40
--Charm (Used to Raise Disposition and curry favors once it is high enough) 30
--Intimidation (Used to force your way, ignoring disposition, but may Lower Disposition afterwards) 60
Intrigue
-Stealth (Includes Concealment and Disguise) 30
-Observation (can be used to detect lies as well as help determine disposition among its more obvious uses) 50
Physical abilities
-Agility 45
Character History:
Lucas was the first son of the local butcher in Brindlewood. He was not a particularly ambitious child, comfortable with the idea that one day he would become the butcher of Bridlewood, and supply the community with the quality meats necessary to mark their special occasions as such, and the lesser cuts necessary to add the slightest amount of flavor to their everyday existence. He counted it as a very important role in the community and paid eager attention to the lessons of his father on the secrets of the trade.
As Lucas grew, his daily work with the cleaver worked wonders for his physique, and he soon became known as the village's wrestling champion. This prowess impressed many the local maid, but Lucas only had eyes for one of them; Kyra, the blacksmith's daughter. His good looks, good nature, and good economic prospects made the match an agreeable one to the girl's father and when Lucas was 19 and Kyra 16 the two were wed. These were the happiest years of Lucas' life, working with his father in the job he loved and returning to his simple home to spend the evenings with his beloved. Much to the chagrin of his childhood friends, Lucas was never to be found in the local tavern anymore, apparently preferring the company of his wife to jovial evenings with comrades.
Lucas' 21st nameday fell shortly after the outbreak of the war, and initially it was as if nothing had changed, short of a number of the younger lads marching off with the lord to assist in some campaign in the Stormlands. As the war continued over the months though, the sales of meat began to decline. It was harder to get a supply of animals, and people weren't as willing to part with their coin for good cuts anymore, forcing down prices. But Lucas did not mind. The business would survive, and his family was intact.
That changed two years into the war when the soldiers came. It was night when they entered the village, and difficult to see their colours, although old Pete later told Lucas that he saw some of the men had shields with barrels on them. The soldiers robbed, and raped, and murdered their way through the defenceless village, and the few young fools with the heart to try to stop them were cut down without much effort. Lucas was one such fool, trying to fend off the men with a cleaver when they entered his house. But there was four of them and one of him, and all his efforts earned him were a clout on the head that knocked him clean unconscious, the world fading to black along with the panicked cries of his wife. When he came to, the building, along with much of the village was aflame. He ran to the shop, and found his mother and father dead, with their throats slit, and his younger brother trapped under a fallen beam trying to stem the bleeding from a missing hand. Lucas couldn't free the beam and was forced to flee, leaving his brother to burn to death in horrible agony.
He made his way through the village screaming his wife's name, until toothless George stumbled upon him and told him he'd seen the soldiers forcing some of the women to come with them as they left the village heading north. Lucas set out in that direction, but the soldiers had had too great a head start, and he could not figure out the direction in which they were gone.
With his family dead, and the butcher's shop burned to the ground, Kyra was all that was left of Lucas' life. He set out on the road, armed with only his cleaver. As he made his way north, in the direction the soldiers had allegedly gone, he was forced to rob to sustain himself, trying to do so from those with means when he could, but stealing from helpless folk like himself when he had no alternative. Everywhere he went, he asked after the three barrells, knowing little of heraldry. Some folk told him it was a house from the Stormlands, others that it was northerners, and a few more said it was Riverlanders. Most did not know enough to venture a guess.
So Lucas continued north, figuring it was his best option, until one night when he was drinking in a tavern in the Lordship of Chyterring Brook, trying to drown his sorrows for the evening with some recently stolen coin, a trio of knights came in, accompanied by some soldiers. Knights, Lucas realized, were like to know who the three barrells were, so he tried to join them at their table and ask his question, but he was told in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Not wanting to earn a beating, Lucas snuck off and hid outside, waiting for one of the knights to come out to relive themselves. It took some time, but eventually one emerged, decently drunk. Lucas tried to grab him, but the man shoved him off and went for his blade. Knowing his wife's fate was in his hands, Lucas ducked behind the man and split his skull open with his cleaver, killing him near instantly. Unfortunately Lucas was spotted doing so, and he was forced to flee into the nearby woods to escape, stopping only to relieve the man of his coinpurse.
When Lucas got deep enough into the woods to stop running for a moment, he opened the coinpurse to find he had killed a relatively wealthy man. His attempt to learn of the three barrells through knights had gone poorly, so he decided to try another source instead. He made his way to a small village in the Lordship of Esgaroth and made his way into the local sept. He told the Septon his story of how he was searching for his wife and the men with the three barrells, but the septon pretended not to know the men of who he spoke and counseled him to return home and not hurt anyone. This was a mistake, as the septon was a poor liar, and Lucas a man with a mission. He overpowed the septon and began using his cleaver to remove fingers until the septon told him where he could find the lord of the three barrells. It only took two fingers, but unfortunately Lucas, inexperienced in torture neglected to gag his victim and the man's cries roused the local smallfolk to his aid and Lucas was once more forced to flee.
Lucas' next crime of note occurred not three days later as he was moving north through the woods, staying off the roads. He stumbled upon the camp of some soldiers. He didn't recognize their colours, but he heard the men bragging of the maidenheads the war had allowed them to take. Lucas hid nearby, and waited until it was dark and one of the soldiers went to relieve himself in the nearby trees. Scarce had he unlaced his breeches than Lucas fell upon him butchering him with his cleaver. His screams roused his companions, but Lucas had vanished into the trees before help arrived for the man who mortally wounded by the attack.
Lucas had avenged some fellow victims of the war, but his attack did little to accomplish his goal of finding his wife. He made his way out into the Lordship of Atranta where he began to ask after the location of the forces of House Lolliston. Hearing they had made their way toward Riverrun, he followed their path. On the road he ran into a group of soldiers who robbed him and beat him into unconsciousness when he tried to escape. His nose was badly broken in the attack. Now possessing only the cleaver and clothes on his back, he tried to find work as a butcher to earn enough coin to continue his journey westward, but there was no need for his services where he went. So Lucas turned to robbery once more to keep himself fed, this time sneaking into the quarters of a wealthy tailor in lands of Lord Smallwood by climbing up the side of the building and entering the man's chambers through a window. He learned from his earlier mistake, knocking the man unconscious and gagging him before setting about robbing him. Unfortunately Lucas did not possess good ropes and had been forced to tie the man with articles of clothing which he was able to escape from. When he began screaming for aid and tried to stab Lucas with a knife, Lucas killed him with the cleaver. He did not have the heart to kill the man's wife and children however, so simply threatened them with death if they screamed for help and then attempted to make his escape. This threat was not well received and the wife began hollering for help before Lucas had set more than two steps out the door. Lucas was forced to flee, dropping most of his takings to evade the law. And so it was that he learned pity was a luxury he could no longer afford.
Lucas moved north into the Lordship of Wayfarer's rest. He was near starvation at by the time he reached a village in the south of Lord Wayfarer's lands. He made his way to a local tavern and was pleased to find it filled with knights. He snuck upstairs and broke into one of the nicer rooms by forcing the door. He lay in wait for the occupant to return, and when a knight well into his cups entered, Lucas knocked him out cold, killed him with the cleaver before he could wake, and took what he could from the body. At this point he had very much lost the trail of the Lolliston soldiers, but he was not prepared to give up. He wandered from village to village, his stolen coin quickly vanishing as he paid for food, asking after the men.
He heard nothing for months, until in one village he was told the men bearing three barrells on their shields had visited the local brothel several months past. Lucas tried to pay his way into the brothel, but he was rejected for lacking the coin and his pleas for information only earned him a clout on the side of the head from the thug stationed at the door. Lucas bided his time, until it was late before lighting a blaze on the far side of the village to distract the smallfolk who lived near the brothel. He watched them leave their homes to try to assist in putting the blaze out and then snuck up on the door guard who was staring at the rising blaze. He hacked him to pieces with his trusty cleaver. He then entered the brothel, and killed the patrons who emerged to confront him. With those taken care of, he methodically moved through the brothel door by door, leaving no opportunity to escape as he killed the patrons who remained cowering in the quarters with the whores. The girls he knocked out as he needed to interrogate each of them to see if they had heard anything. He did so, finding most of the girls knew nothing, but hearing from one that one of the soldiers, who called himself Will, had bragged about killing an old woman and stealing a shiny silver pot she had. This sounded like Ol' Annie to Lucas, an old lady who had lived in Brindlewood much of her life and inherited the pot from her mother who had belonged to a wealthier family before she had moved to the village many years past. Unfortunately Lucas was not able to extract more from the terrified women, who he preceded to kill. They had taken coin from rapists and murderers, coin stolen from good honest hard working folk. That was not right, not to mention whenever he left witnesses life became much more difficult for him. As he emerged from the now empty brothel, stopping on his way to take what coin he could find from the madame, he noticed he had been too vigorous in lighting his distraction blaze. Much of the village was now alight. Lucas, however, had information he had not possessed before so he counted it worthwhile.
He continued his travels northwest, but it was becoming difficult to escape attention as lone man traveling with a cleaver, given the spate of cleaver related killings that were accruing in his wake. As such, he decided it would be necessary to take on a disguise. He broke into a Sept at night and stole the robes of a Septon. They did not fit him perfectly, nor was his knowledge of the faith sufficient to stand up to any more questioning than the basic tales he remembered being told as a child, but he found that by trying to look wise and telling folk he was in a great hurry he could generally avoid difficult conversations. He travelled on foot in this manner for several weeks, until he reached Riverrun which he found under siege. He began to ask after the three barrells to any folk he could find, and thinking him to be a septon, folk were far less likely to tell him to sod off. But despite this advantage of actually getting answers to his questions, none seemed to have seen the three barrelled men. When he was losing all hope, he finally heard from one drunk knight that the man with the three barrells on his shield had cheated him of some coin at dice some months back, but they had moved on to the south some time ago.
So Lucas once more ventured out on the road, travelling as a Septon until one day he came upon a lone hedge knight who was over eager to strike up a conversation. Lucas tried to sound wise, but the knight must have known his letters as he saw through Lucas' shoddy tales about the Father's wisdom near immediately. The knight went for his sword, but Lucas ducked his blow and lashed out at the knight's horse with his cleaver, causing the distressed animal to throw hits rider and bolt. The knight hit the ground, breaking ribs in the process, and Lucas killed him and took his coin before he saw another rider in the distance and he fled into the forest. There he abandoned the blood soaked Septons robes.
Lucas wandered fruitlessly for a time, until he was met with the welcome news the war had ended. Wars ending meant soldiers went home, and he had an idea where the men he was looking for had gone. So he set off for the lands of the Lollistons, making some inquiries along the way as to where to those actually were. Once he got there he travelled from village to village, staying in taverns and buying former soldiers drink with stolen coin. Then, once they were well drunk, he would 'help walk them home' come the end of the night. None of them made it home. Lucas tortured them for information and then murdered them, and he gradually learned that the men who had taken his wife may have come from a particular village. He was on his way there when he was captured by a bounty hunter.
Lucas, prior to his nose being broken.
Crimes of Note:
-Killed a drunk knight outside a tavern in the Lordship of Chyterring Brook (198).
-Maimed a Septon in the Lordship of Esgaroth (198).
-Killed a soldier relieving himself in the bushes in the Lordship of Esgaroth (198).
-Killed and robbed a merchant in the Lordship of Acorn Hall (198).
-Killed a drunk knight in the Lordship of Wayfarer's rest (199).
-Killing all patrons and prostitutes in a whorehouse in Wayfarer's rest (199)
-Burned near the entirety of a village to the ground in Wayfarer's rest (199)
-Impersonated a Septon (199)
-Killed a Hedge Knight in the Lordship of Riverrun
-Murdered eight men who formerly served the Lollistons in the war.
Tool of the Trade: A butcher is only as good as his knife and Lucas keeps his meat cleaver impeccably sharp, granting +5 to rolls and ignoring the benefits of leather armor. In addition, Lucas knows that the nearest thing in nature to the flesh of a man is the flesh of a pig, and therefore knows where to bury his blade for maximum effect, giving the wounds dealt with small blades +5 damage.
Bounty:
High Lordship of the God's Eye: 200 Silver Stags Alive
High Lordship of Acorn Ridge: 100 Silver Stags Alive
High Lorship of South Stone: 150 Gold Dragons Dead or Alive
High Lordship of Riverrun: 50 Gold Dragons Dead or Alive
Age: 25
Time with Gang (in months): 0
Skills:
Fighting
One Handed Weapons
-Small Blades (+5 in Tight Quarters) 74
Special
- Unarmed Combat 40
Armor
-Leather (20 Points) 20
Social
--Persuasion (The use of logic to turn someone around to your way of thinking) 40
--Charm (Used to Raise Disposition and curry favors once it is high enough) 30
--Intimidation (Used to force your way, ignoring disposition, but may Lower Disposition afterwards) 60
Intrigue
-Stealth (Includes Concealment and Disguise) 30
-Observation (can be used to detect lies as well as help determine disposition among its more obvious uses) 50
Physical abilities
-Agility 45
-Strength 55
Art
-Acting 10
Character History:
Lucas was the first son of the local butcher in Brindlewood. He was not a particularly ambitious child, comfortable with the idea that one day he would become the butcher of Bridlewood, and supply the community with the quality meats necessary to mark their special occasions as such, and the lesser cuts necessary to add the slightest amount of flavor to their everyday existence. He counted it as a very important role in the community and paid eager attention to the lessons of his father on the secrets of the trade.
As Lucas grew, his daily work with the cleaver worked wonders for his physique, and he soon became known as the village's wrestling champion. This prowess impressed many the local maid, but Lucas only had eyes for one of them; Kyra, the blacksmith's daughter. His good looks, good nature, and good economic prospects made the match an agreeable one to the girl's father and when Lucas was 19 and Kyra 16 the two were wed. These were the happiest years of Lucas' life, working with his father in the job he loved and returning to his simple home to spend the evenings with his beloved. Much to the chagrin of his childhood friends, Lucas was never to be found in the local tavern anymore, apparently preferring the company of his wife to jovial evenings with comrades.
Lucas' 21st nameday fell shortly after the outbreak of the war, and initially it was as if nothing had changed, short of a number of the younger lads marching off with the lord to assist in some campaign in the Stormlands. As the war continued over the months though, the sales of meat began to decline. It was harder to get a supply of animals, and people weren't as willing to part with their coin for good cuts anymore, forcing down prices. But Lucas did not mind. The business would survive, and his family was intact.
That changed two years into the war when the soldiers came. It was night when they entered the village, and difficult to see their colours, although old Pete later told Lucas that he saw some of the men had shields with barrels on them. The soldiers robbed, and raped, and murdered their way through the defenceless village, and the few young fools with the heart to try to stop them were cut down without much effort. Lucas was one such fool, trying to fend off the men with a cleaver when they entered his house. But there was four of them and one of him, and all his efforts earned him were a clout on the head that knocked him clean unconscious, the world fading to black along with the panicked cries of his wife. When he came to, the building, along with much of the village was aflame. He ran to the shop, and found his mother and father dead, with their throats slit, and his younger brother trapped under a fallen beam trying to stem the bleeding from a missing hand. Lucas couldn't free the beam and was forced to flee, leaving his brother to burn to death in horrible agony.
He made his way through the village screaming his wife's name, until toothless George stumbled upon him and told him he'd seen the soldiers forcing some of the women to come with them as they left the village heading north. Lucas set out in that direction, but the soldiers had had too great a head start, and he could not figure out the direction in which they were gone.
With his family dead, and the butcher's shop burned to the ground, Kyra was all that was left of Lucas' life. He set out on the road, armed with only his cleaver. As he made his way north, in the direction the soldiers had allegedly gone, he was forced to rob to sustain himself, trying to do so from those with means when he could, but stealing from helpless folk like himself when he had no alternative. Everywhere he went, he asked after the three barrells, knowing little of heraldry. Some folk told him it was a house from the Stormlands, others that it was northerners, and a few more said it was Riverlanders. Most did not know enough to venture a guess.
So Lucas continued north, figuring it was his best option, until one night when he was drinking in a tavern in the Lordship of Chyterring Brook, trying to drown his sorrows for the evening with some recently stolen coin, a trio of knights came in, accompanied by some soldiers. Knights, Lucas realized, were like to know who the three barrells were, so he tried to join them at their table and ask his question, but he was told in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Not wanting to earn a beating, Lucas snuck off and hid outside, waiting for one of the knights to come out to relive themselves. It took some time, but eventually one emerged, decently drunk. Lucas tried to grab him, but the man shoved him off and went for his blade. Knowing his wife's fate was in his hands, Lucas ducked behind the man and split his skull open with his cleaver, killing him near instantly. Unfortunately Lucas was spotted doing so, and he was forced to flee into the nearby woods to escape, stopping only to relieve the man of his coinpurse.
When Lucas got deep enough into the woods to stop running for a moment, he opened the coinpurse to find he had killed a relatively wealthy man. His attempt to learn of the three barrells through knights had gone poorly, so he decided to try another source instead. He made his way to a small village in the Lordship of Esgaroth and made his way into the local sept. He told the Septon his story of how he was searching for his wife and the men with the three barrells, but the septon pretended not to know the men of who he spoke and counseled him to return home and not hurt anyone. This was a mistake, as the septon was a poor liar, and Lucas a man with a mission. He overpowed the septon and began using his cleaver to remove fingers until the septon told him where he could find the lord of the three barrells. It only took two fingers, but unfortunately Lucas, inexperienced in torture neglected to gag his victim and the man's cries roused the local smallfolk to his aid and Lucas was once more forced to flee.
Lucas' next crime of note occurred not three days later as he was moving north through the woods, staying off the roads. He stumbled upon the camp of some soldiers. He didn't recognize their colours, but he heard the men bragging of the maidenheads the war had allowed them to take. Lucas hid nearby, and waited until it was dark and one of the soldiers went to relieve himself in the nearby trees. Scarce had he unlaced his breeches than Lucas fell upon him butchering him with his cleaver. His screams roused his companions, but Lucas had vanished into the trees before help arrived for the man who mortally wounded by the attack.
Lucas had avenged some fellow victims of the war, but his attack did little to accomplish his goal of finding his wife. He made his way out into the Lordship of Atranta where he began to ask after the location of the forces of House Lolliston. Hearing they had made their way toward Riverrun, he followed their path. On the road he ran into a group of soldiers who robbed him and beat him into unconsciousness when he tried to escape. His nose was badly broken in the attack. Now possessing only the cleaver and clothes on his back, he tried to find work as a butcher to earn enough coin to continue his journey westward, but there was no need for his services where he went. So Lucas turned to robbery once more to keep himself fed, this time sneaking into the quarters of a wealthy tailor in lands of Lord Smallwood by climbing up the side of the building and entering the man's chambers through a window. He learned from his earlier mistake, knocking the man unconscious and gagging him before setting about robbing him. Unfortunately Lucas did not possess good ropes and had been forced to tie the man with articles of clothing which he was able to escape from. When he began screaming for aid and tried to stab Lucas with a knife, Lucas killed him with the cleaver. He did not have the heart to kill the man's wife and children however, so simply threatened them with death if they screamed for help and then attempted to make his escape. This threat was not well received and the wife began hollering for help before Lucas had set more than two steps out the door. Lucas was forced to flee, dropping most of his takings to evade the law. And so it was that he learned pity was a luxury he could no longer afford.
Lucas moved north into the Lordship of Wayfarer's rest. He was near starvation at by the time he reached a village in the south of Lord Wayfarer's lands. He made his way to a local tavern and was pleased to find it filled with knights. He snuck upstairs and broke into one of the nicer rooms by forcing the door. He lay in wait for the occupant to return, and when a knight well into his cups entered, Lucas knocked him out cold, killed him with the cleaver before he could wake, and took what he could from the body. At this point he had very much lost the trail of the Lolliston soldiers, but he was not prepared to give up. He wandered from village to village, his stolen coin quickly vanishing as he paid for food, asking after the men.
He heard nothing for months, until in one village he was told the men bearing three barrells on their shields had visited the local brothel several months past. Lucas tried to pay his way into the brothel, but he was rejected for lacking the coin and his pleas for information only earned him a clout on the side of the head from the thug stationed at the door. Lucas bided his time, until it was late before lighting a blaze on the far side of the village to distract the smallfolk who lived near the brothel. He watched them leave their homes to try to assist in putting the blaze out and then snuck up on the door guard who was staring at the rising blaze. He hacked him to pieces with his trusty cleaver. He then entered the brothel, and killed the patrons who emerged to confront him. With those taken care of, he methodically moved through the brothel door by door, leaving no opportunity to escape as he killed the patrons who remained cowering in the quarters with the whores. The girls he knocked out as he needed to interrogate each of them to see if they had heard anything. He did so, finding most of the girls knew nothing, but hearing from one that one of the soldiers, who called himself Will, had bragged about killing an old woman and stealing a shiny silver pot she had. This sounded like Ol' Annie to Lucas, an old lady who had lived in Brindlewood much of her life and inherited the pot from her mother who had belonged to a wealthier family before she had moved to the village many years past. Unfortunately Lucas was not able to extract more from the terrified women, who he preceded to kill. They had taken coin from rapists and murderers, coin stolen from good honest hard working folk. That was not right, not to mention whenever he left witnesses life became much more difficult for him. As he emerged from the now empty brothel, stopping on his way to take what coin he could find from the madame, he noticed he had been too vigorous in lighting his distraction blaze. Much of the village was now alight. Lucas, however, had information he had not possessed before so he counted it worthwhile.
He continued his travels northwest, but it was becoming difficult to escape attention as lone man traveling with a cleaver, given the spate of cleaver related killings that were accruing in his wake. As such, he decided it would be necessary to take on a disguise. He broke into a Sept at night and stole the robes of a Septon. They did not fit him perfectly, nor was his knowledge of the faith sufficient to stand up to any more questioning than the basic tales he remembered being told as a child, but he found that by trying to look wise and telling folk he was in a great hurry he could generally avoid difficult conversations. He travelled on foot in this manner for several weeks, until he reached Riverrun which he found under siege. He began to ask after the three barrells to any folk he could find, and thinking him to be a septon, folk were far less likely to tell him to sod off. But despite this advantage of actually getting answers to his questions, none seemed to have seen the three barrelled men. When he was losing all hope, he finally heard from one drunk knight that the man with the three barrells on his shield had cheated him of some coin at dice some months back, but they had moved on to the south some time ago.
So Lucas once more ventured out on the road, travelling as a Septon until one day he came upon a lone hedge knight who was over eager to strike up a conversation. Lucas tried to sound wise, but the knight must have known his letters as he saw through Lucas' shoddy tales about the Father's wisdom near immediately. The knight went for his sword, but Lucas ducked his blow and lashed out at the knight's horse with his cleaver, causing the distressed animal to throw hits rider and bolt. The knight hit the ground, breaking ribs in the process, and Lucas killed him and took his coin before he saw another rider in the distance and he fled into the forest. There he abandoned the blood soaked Septons robes.
Lucas wandered fruitlessly for a time, until he was met with the welcome news the war had ended. Wars ending meant soldiers went home, and he had an idea where the men he was looking for had gone. So he set off for the lands of the Lollistons, making some inquiries along the way as to where to those actually were. Once he got there he travelled from village to village, staying in taverns and buying former soldiers drink with stolen coin. Then, once they were well drunk, he would 'help walk them home' come the end of the night. None of them made it home. Lucas tortured them for information and then murdered them, and he gradually learned that the men who had taken his wife may have come from a particular village. He was on his way there when he was captured by a bounty hunter.
Physical Description:
Crimes of Note:
-Killed a drunk knight outside a tavern in the Lordship of Chyterring Brook (198).
-Maimed a Septon in the Lordship of Esgaroth (198).
-Killed a soldier relieving himself in the bushes in the Lordship of Esgaroth (198).
-Killed and robbed a merchant in the Lordship of Acorn Hall (198).
-Killed a drunk knight in the Lordship of Wayfarer's rest (199).
-Killing all patrons and prostitutes in a whorehouse in Wayfarer's rest (199)
-Burned near the entirety of a village to the ground in Wayfarer's rest (199)
-Impersonated a Septon (199)
-Killed a Hedge Knight in the Lordship of Riverrun
-Murdered eight men who formerly served the Lollistons in the war.
Tool of the Trade: A butcher is only as good as his knife and Lucas keeps his meat cleaver impeccably sharp, granting +5 to rolls and ignoring the benefits of leather armor. In addition, Lucas knows that the nearest thing in nature to the flesh of a man is the flesh of a pig, and therefore knows where to bury his blade for maximum effect, giving the wounds dealt with small blades +5 damage.
Bounty:
High Lordship of the God's Eye: 200 Silver Stags Alive
High Lordship of Acorn Ridge: 100 Silver Stags Alive
High Lorship of South Stone: 150 Gold Dragons Dead or Alive
High Lordship of Riverrun: 50 Gold Dragons Dead or Alive
