Marshall “Blaze” Law

Name:  Marshall “Blaze” Law

Race:  Once Bitterwing Falcon, now Human

Moral Alignment:  Neutral Good

Class:  Barbarian

Financial Status:  A public servant, just barely making it

Special Skills:  Can temporarily deputize assistants (though their cooperation is voluntary and not mandatory)

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Been there.  Done that.  Can’t remember.

I do remember that I was once proud.  I remember that I was once a Bitterwing Falcon with the gift of flight, and a member of the Order of Falconers.  I remember Christopher Robbin whom I lost; I remember Elinor Piers who saved me.  I remember a Witch who cursed me with legs, and a wizard whose incompetence stole my wings.  But many things that were once dear to me, I no longer remember. 

The Witch’s spell, solidified by the mock Wizard’s botched incantation, had the side effect of robbing many of my memories of the glory days.  I maintain a representative connection however, by my artisan’s shoulder armor which represents the glorious BitterwingFalcon.

Today, fully as a man, my purpose is to bring peace to the town of Ravenwood.  No, I am no monster hunter.  I am simply a lawman, a Marshall.  At the request of the town steward, and the shop keepers, I uphold the laws of decency by which every civil community must abide: No killing, no stealing, and no spitting on the streets.  My main purpose is to promote a safe setting where patrons may enjoy the goods of the shop keepers and the tutelage of the locale’s instructors. 

In town, I run a tight ship.  But I realize my bounds and know that it is beyond me to keep the peace in the wilds.  If we meet outside the town, I am off-duty and will be accepting of whatever the situation in which we find ourselves.  In the wilds you will find me to be much more accepting of the survival techniques not allowed in the town – including spitting.