Name: Phillip Ironward
Phillip was a smith back on Earth turned man-at-arms as a conscript for the Armies which marched upon the Moors. His strength and knowledge of blades provided him a modicum of skill before basic training, and time spent on the battlefield served him well. Dirty, dusty, muddy roads back home were the least of his troubles as ships across the Med made their way back home. Only he never made it. Like others in the army he disappeared that night. Most assumed them to have deserted, or have been killed in action, never realizing they had indeed gone missing.
Description - Almost barrel chested Phillip has powerful arms and a strong upper torso. His hands are calloused from years of swinging a hammer. He used to wear a beard but is mostly clean-shaven these days with dark brown hair cut close, sometimes shaved, with green eyes that miss almost nothing. Despite his size, he moves lightly on his feet, and this has proven more than once to be his saving grace. He stands almost six feet tall and weighs over two hundred pounds, but without much to spare, just enough fat to power his muscles.
Leather scale mail, shirt that goes to his knees - standard equipment for an english soldier of the pierod
Morning Star - a strong bludgeoning weapon designed to break bones and shatter chain mail, and cave in other types of armor
English Longbow w/ Quiver (50 shots)
Dagger, other eating utensils, cup, spare change of clothes.
Rations - 2 days
Starting Position: Yellow 4