Gardon of Talenta

Gardon of Talenta began 16 years ago, the day a young halfling walked into the central Blademark guildhall in Karrlakton and enrolled. When asked his name, he turned to the hobgoblin in line behind him and asked what he looked like to him. "Gardon" was the answer, a Goblin word he later learned meant "wise-ass". When asked his skills, the answer was equally simple: riding a lizard, hiding, and striking a man down from 200' without a weapon.

The next day Gardon returned to have his claims tested, and much to the surprise of the observers, a few simple gestures sent a bolt of force straight into the bullseye. Over, and over, and over again. Not ones to look a gift horse in the mouth, Gardon was assigned to a unit of crossbowmen and dispatched to the war.

Gardon was perfect for the wartime military. He always carried out orders, never broke discipline, and never seemed to be bothered by the horrors that surrounded him. As the years went by, his powers grew, as did his position within the guild. When he developed the ability to ward himself from return fire while also making him almost impossible to track, he stopped working with line companies and began working with elite skirmishers, mostly elves, and learned their language during that time. When he gained the ability to cling to any surface without effort he was promoted to sergeant, and no longer attached to units for prolonged contracts. Instead he was assigned to units on short term contracts expected to see combat in the near future as an auxiliary tasked with eliminating enemy officers and spell casters in the heat of battle. After 10 years of battle experience, and over 100 confirmed kills on enemy leadership and special forces, Gardon was promoted to Lieutenant, and finished the war largely choosing his own assignments, though he was never given an actual unit to command.

Peace has been less perfect for Gardon. His skills are suited to the battlefield or an obvious assassination, not garrison duty or caravan escort. He has been brought up on charges several times for killing or maiming a fellow soldier, but each time he calmly recited the regulation he was enforcing, and there were always witnesses putting him in the right, if only by a technicality. House Deneith doesn't want to lose his skills or dedication, but his commanders are desperate to find a long term assignment where he has an enemy to kill, instead of his fellows.