Trager (32mm,75mm)
Trager, a former knight turned mercenary, trudged through the muddy streets of a war-torn village, his heavy mace slung over his shoulder. The once-proud warrior now bore the scars of countless battles, both physical and emotional, etched into his weathered face. He had fought for kings and lords, for causes just and unjust, but now he fought for survival, selling his sword—and his soul—to the highest bidder. The weight of his armor was nothing compared to the burden he carried in his heart, the memories of a time when honor guided his actions, now replaced by the cold logic of a mercenary’s life. The villagers watched him warily as he passed, their eyes reflecting fear and suspicion, for Trager’s reputation preceded him—he was a man who got the job done, no matter the cost.
As he reached the outskirts of the village, Trager paused, his hand resting on the hilt of his mace. Ahead of him lay his next assignment—a fortified manor rumored to be occupied by a ruthless warlord. The promise of gold had brought him here, but as he looked out over the blood-soaked land, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Was this all there was left for a man like him? With a heavy sigh, he pushed the thought aside and tightened his grip on the mace, its iron head stained from years of battle. Trager was no longer the knight who sought justice; he was a mercenary, and in this world, there was no room for second thoughts. He stepped forward, the echoes of his past fading with each stride, replaced by the cold, hard reality of the life he had chosen.
