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A list of all pages that have property "Background" with value "Trahearne comes from good stock. The Nashes served in the Iron Guard in the past or the Bisland armies. He expected to do much the same, dueling in the practice yard for hours as a boy. When his first growth spurt hit, his stature and strength made him an immediate recruit, and he looked forward to a career in soldiering. Fate granted him exactly what he sought. The soldiering life wasn't easy, but he certainly took to it like a fish. Trahearne loved the camaraderie found off the field and the thrill on. A sword in hand, a pack on his back, these were the things he lived for more than family or faith. He distinguished himself in skirmishes in the Gray Forest against the Abandoned, though the deaths haunt him. Out of the campaigning season, he lived quietly and well at Pridehall, apprenticing himself to a smith. The trade earned him good money, favour, and a handsome house. Imagining perhaps a day when he might settle was always in the future. Then came the Battle of Pridehall. Trahearne watched his brothers and sisters in arms fight for their life. His commander died. He took up the assault against a horrific thing that haunts his dreams, darkness that spilled out from a half-ruined building. He took a terrible injury that day, an arrow to the knee, and anguishing rakes to the side. The four month convalescence under care of healers ended his future as a soldier. He could be bitter, but he had his life, and that was better than nothing. House Bisland kept loyal to him and so he kept loyal to it. He refined his smithing skills with a passion, working rarer metals, rarer armours. And when it came to pass that he could rival anyone in Pridehall, he turned his eye to the Grayson Ward in Arx, to an armorsmithing shop that needed a senior member. So here his destiny takes him, his fortune open.". Since there have been only a few results, also nearby values are displayed.

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    • Traherne Nashe  + (Trahearne comes from good stock. The Nashe
      Trahearne comes from good stock. The Nashes served in the Iron Guard in the past or the Bisland armies. He expected to do much the same, dueling in the practice yard for hours as a boy. When his first growth spurt hit, his stature and strength made him an immediate recruit, and he looked forward to a career in soldiering. Fate granted him exactly what he sought. The soldiering life wasn't easy, but he certainly took to it like a fish. Trahearne loved the camaraderie found off the field and the thrill on. A sword in hand, a pack on his back, these were the things he lived for more than family or faith. He distinguished himself in skirmishes in the Gray Forest against the Abandoned, though the deaths haunt him. Out of the campaigning season, he lived quietly and well at Pridehall, apprenticing himself to a smith. The trade earned him good money, favour, and a handsome house. Imagining perhaps a day when he might settle was always in the future. Then came the Battle of Pridehall. Trahearne watched his brothers and sisters in arms fight for their life. His commander died. He took up the assault against a horrific thing that haunts his dreams, darkness that spilled out from a half-ruined building. He took a terrible injury that day, an arrow to the knee, and anguishing rakes to the side. The four month convalescence under care of healers ended his future as a soldier. He could be bitter, but he had his life, and that was better than nothing. House Bisland kept loyal to him and so he kept loyal to it. He refined his smithing skills with a passion, working rarer metals, rarer armours. And when it came to pass that he could rival anyone in Pridehall, he turned his eye to the Grayson Ward in Arx, to an armorsmithing shop that needed a senior member. So here his destiny takes him, his fortune open.
      e his destiny takes him, his fortune open.)