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Galen turned around to look at everyone who had stopped.

"What a great bunch of guards you all are. Catch up with me and the giant turtle when your balls grow in."

He had seen this sight too many times not to know what was going on. Of course, he'd been the cause of most of the damage before, which made it a little weird to step into the place as it was. Still, he wasn't about to just sit about.

The keep had fallen over, so the nobles were probably dead. No loss there. Some real people might be hurt, though, and if the big shelled lizard was going in to heal them, he wouldn't just leave the thing be. A scowl showed up suddenly on his uneven face, and his skin hardened to the quality of stone. He checked his shield, attached to his arm, and then just walked in. He hadn't gotten the chance to crack any skulls so far, and was quite looking forward to it.

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"A fine day to arrive!" Galen heard, and a few more pleasantries back and forth.

He sat up from the back of the cart he was resting in and rubbed his face. It seemed he wouldn't be getting good sleep today, after all. All the blasted worrying from his little treachery was still eating at him, after all. He grabbed his ax and shield, hung his ax on his belt and strapped the other to his arm.

Standing up in the cart, he made his way to the back and stepped off.

"About damned time we got 'ere," the half-drow began, before spitting on the ground to his side, "I've 'ad enough of these damned roads. They're bumpier 'an a three copper whore, and not nearly as pretty."

His crude complaints voiced, he proceeded to grab his walking stick from the back of the cart, and make his way to the outside of the caravan. He figured he might as well get ready to crack the skulls of anyone dumb enough to attack a group this large.

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Galen rode in the back of one of the merchants' carts, trying his best to keep a low profile. He'd just betrayed his lord by letting the rebels in to take over. Of course, if he'd heard right, the whole thing was orchestrated by the military and some assassin group or other, and he'd probably be safe for now. Still better to play it safe and keep a low profile, for now.

He was playing bodyguard for the merchant, and spent most of the day outside, axe and shield out, looking menacing. Still, the man needed to sleep sometime, and he was at least trying right now.

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Galen Wormwood was unwanted from birth, an unwanted child from an unwanted coupling. He was tossed away as soon as his proud mother could get rid of him, left to die in some dangerous cavern or other. Fate had no such plans for Galen, though, and he was soon picked up and brought to the surface. He was raised by a noble family that thought it a grand jest to raise a half-drow child, and they didn't exactly take the best of care for their pet.

One fine afternoon, at what he reckons was close to his fifteenth birthday, Galen grew fed up with his new "parents," took a butchers knife and gave the whole family a red smile. It didn't take long for news of his murders to reach the authorities, however, and he soon found himself hiding in back alleys, digging for what little food he could find around the area.

His first real friend was a man who went by the name of William the Swift. Shifty Bill, as those around called him, made a living pilfering from the rich, and took a shine to little Galen. Galen made a good partner in con schemes, bumping into people to get their attention, while old Bill robbed them blind.

"They're hardly even people," Bill used to tell him, "Besides, they won't miss a few coins here and there." Bill couldn't have been more wrong. One time was all it took. One mistake, and William the Swift was swiftly shortened by exactly one head-length. Galen was devastated. They just couldn't help taking everything away from him, could they? Galen's skin hardened right up like stone in his fury, and he lost it.

The whole town was gone the next morning, save a single pier, where a boat had once been docked.

Crewed up with a gang of the rowdiest bunch of hooligans he could muster on such short notice, he started harrying noble cities from here to Waterdeep. He even earned a nickname or two in the process. Galen the Mad and Galen Stoneskin were his favorites, though "that pirate bastard" and "that damned drow" were uttered much more often.

It all came to an end one night, when another ship came up behind his. He thought he was going crazy, but one of them was swinging a whole damned anchor over his head. Before he'd even processed it, there was a crash, and an anchor came right down on top of his head, splitting his face wide open. What happened next, he wasn't so sure, but he woke up with his face sewn together, but all askew. And worse, yet, he was in a goddamned jail.

It wasn't long before he got out, though. They kept him alive so he could steal for them, so he did, and he waited. One day, he'd get back at them. And in the meantime, he'd use them to get rid of his legal problems. Fortunately, 30 years after he started, he got the chance when a minor rebellion overthrew his master. And he politely opened the door for them, before just walking away and leaving them to do what rebels do to nobles they overthrow.

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A question for you: Is it alright if I replace the 10GP from my background with a single 10GP item? I'll assume the answer is yes for this version, but I'll fix it if that is not okay (I'll just be getting rid of that shield for the gold back, so if that's the only problem, consider it fixed). The Half-elf variant comes from SCAG and the sorcerous origin comes from THIS UA.

And, without further begging, over-explaining and other general nuisance behaviors, MY CHARACTER SHEET