Enrik Hawkins

My name is Enrik Hawkins. I came to these lands in the summer of the summer of 998 of the Realms calendar. I first set foot in Chimeron. I was a stranger but was treated well and was the recepient of fine food and drink before recruited to fend of creatures of the dark. Later that summer, I entered Rhiassa which was having a tournament of sorts, one which they called the Queen of Hearts. It was here that I met Lord Artex Bluebane and the other Rathkealians as well as their friends from Shadowdragon and Blackwood. It was also here that I was viciously butchered by those from Chimeron and Rhiassa.

It seemed to me almost instantaneously I was in an another unknown realm with a rather surprised looking healer standing over me. Soon I was told that under the instruction of Lord Artex, Lady Catherine, Admiral Blitz and Seraph of Rathkeale along with Duke Devlin and Trent of Rathkeale had set out on a quest to bring my soul back from the dead and return it to my body. Needless to say, I am indebted to both Rathkeale and Shadowdragon for this return of life. How they did this I do not know.

It was some time later that I was invited to attend a grand feast in Rhiassa with members of the high court of Rathkeale. This time, Lord Artex himself attended. Needless to say, I was a bit reluctant to set foot on Rhiassan soil again yet my interest overcame my fear. It was hear that I was asked if I wished to reside in Rathkeale. This was something I did not have, a home, so I readily agreed. I was on that day, sworn to Lord Artex of Rathkeale.

It was a short time later that I was asked to become the Captain of the Imperial Guard. Our job being to protect the High Court of Rathkeale, I took the personal task of protecting the well being of Lord Artex.

It is now one year since I first met Overlord Artex Bluebane. I have fought side by side with members of Rathkeale, Blackwood and Shadowdragon under the united banner of Silverwood. I learn with each day and aspire to protect my Lord, and my homeland. Hades willing, I will do this for years to come.

I have been through many adventures with Rathkeale. My ability to continue these adventures falls short as my duties increase. But I have been called to task by Baron Diamond of the Barony of Banecroft.

He has called me a bully and a trouble maker. His people run off at the mouth and stir up trouble. When called to the field of battle, they hide behind their status as healers. They make challenges and do not live up to them.

Thus when Diamond declared war on the Empire and it's member nations, and when Rathkeale chose a road of peace, I felt it neccessary to depart Rathkeale and fight with my brothers in Achoria and The Borderlands.

Trent Shadowdragon of Achoria, Archdule Cinnibar of the Borderlands, Sir Argus of the Big Yap, Herald of the Borderlands and I were among the five who's heads were sought by the Baron, the cowards of Gwenethlyn and their band of mercenaries. Only Ashnak of the Borderlands was not present. His cowardace will be repaid.

Just outside of Rockwood in 1002, we were joined by memebers of Achoria and the Borderlands loyal to our cause. We met outside of Rathkeale. We were outnumbered 5-to-1. I am told the battle was not long. My body was nearly lost just outside the border of Rathkeale. But when I awoke in the land of the Fae, and then returned through Chimeron, I felt as though I had completed a journey. I will lock myself away until the time is right for my return.