Albor

Albordur Magnusson, Albor for short, Al if you want to start a fight, was born twenty-seven years ago in a tent near the western edge of the Winterreach Mountains. His parents, Magnus Magnusson and Vidgis Grimsdottr, were hunters, herders and scavengers. Most of his childhood was taken up with finding things to kill and eat, punctuated by long periods of being ignored by reindeer, herding not being his strong suit. Early on he realized he was more intelligent than anyone around him, often worrying that he was the only non-idiot in the entire world. On his family's occasional trips to Frosthold he was sometimes lucky enough to speak with the wizards of the only academy of magic in the world. Fascinated by their extensive knowledge of things he could scarcely imagine, he realized how ignorant he really was, kindling a lifelong hunger for knowledge. He became a constant annoyance to his elders with his ceaseless questions about everything, most of which they had no answers for. His parents supported his goal of becoming a mighty wizard, if only because it meant he would be in Frosthold and not around them. However, as he got older he realized that the wizards of Frosthold, despite all their knowledge, were as stupid as everyone else. Reckless in their use of magic, and too interested in the obviously flawed knowledge of the past, sooner or later they were all going to get themselves blown up, or worse. Still resolving to be a wizard, but with no one to teach him, he was out of luck until, at age fifteen he met Myrfydd, who took him on as an apprentice. For twelve years they travelled together, posing as healers to avoid drawing the ire of superstitious morons. Eventually, Myrfydd decided that Albor knew enough to operate on his own, and since they could accomplish more working separately than they could together they went their separate ways, agreeing to meet up in Amis in a year.

People he likes:

Jack: Jack is a skilled fighter and very entertaining.

Almer: Almer knows just about everything, and Albor has the patience to wait for him to remember it.

Rufus: Despite his attitude, Rufus is strangely likeable. Plus his subordinates are more scared of him than they are of vague threats of magical unpleasance, which is impressive.

Baron: A great fighter, and fun to have around.

People he dislikes:

The wizards of Frosthold: As detailed above.

Vincent Kenter Jr.: Albor sees Vincent as a burden on the guild. He has to be kept far enough out of danger that he doesn't get killed, but close enough to danger that he doesn't decide he's being kept from a chance at glory and quit the guild. Albor also thinks the little fop has far too big an ego to stay someone else's subordinate. One day he will quit the guild, probably when he feels there are enough people in the Iron Heroes who will follow him into the new guild he's sure to found when he quits.

Stupid people: Just about everyone, in Albor's opinion.

Enemies:

Vincent Kenter Sr.: Vincent Senior clearly wants his son back out of harm's way, and would obviously kill every one of the Iron Heroes to see this happen. This leaves Albor with the choice of either jumping because another guild said so or babysitting his idiot fop of a son. So far the latter has seemed the better option. And it has to be one of those two options because if Vincent Jr. was removed from the guild, and then got killed, Albor feels Vincent Sr. would likely blame the Iron Heroes, violently, regardless of whether or not it was their fault.

The Emperor's Men: They answer to Vincent Sr..

Priests: They want him dead, so he wants them dead.

Ebbe: The Iron Heroes helped wreck his bandit operation, and he doesn't seem like the forgiving type. Albor will rest easier when he knows Ebbe is dead.

Anyone who has a problem with wizards.