The Silver Beast
The monster men follow into battle
The Silver Beast leaves no ambiguity as to how or why he bears such a name. Nearly seven feet tall and over 22 stone, he would be a monster if he were unarmed and unarmored, especially with his green skin and small tusks. In his war panoply, he is a terrifying fusion of metal and muscle, with a breastplate of shining silver, and a helm of bright steel and small polished tusks jutting viciously towards his enemies. His massive broadsword is flanged, giving the impression of large serrations on both edges. His shield is thick oak, a tusked skull nailed to its surface as his crude heraldic device.
The Silver Company is famous throughout northeastern Avistan, and its monstrous commander even more so. Whether that comes across as fame or infamy depends a lot on who you ask. He is a blooded hero of Tymon and a hated nemesis of Razmiran. The company is marked for death in Touvette, but heralded as heroes (complete with a knighthood for the Beast) in Brevoy. They are certainly not who you would call upon when seeking a delicate or quiet solution, but when the time comes to bring all hell down on an enemy’s head, more than one bandit lord has called on the Silver Company and their famous chieftain.
The half-orc now known as the Silver Beast was, by his own admission, born in the Hold of Belkzen. He speaks little of his childhood and the majority of words he spares for his father are not repeatable in polite company. The legend of the Silver Beast, like most any story of the warrior, is entrusted to the Company’s second-in-command, a wry and violent Numerian skald named Finnegal.
Finnegal maintains that the Beast was compelled to leave the Hold of Belkzen as a result of his coming-of-age quest, where he unearthed a cache of ancient dwarven spirits that had been made sacred by Cayden Cailean. Upon drinking this “ale of heroism,” the half-orc could no longer stomach his kin’s atrocities to one another and to their neighbors, so he set out in search of his fortune. That brought him to Corvischor in Ustalav, where a certain wry and violent skald was set to be hung for burglaries he did not commit. The half-orc rousted the corrupt authorities and save the skald’s life. Finnegal pledged his life to the massive barbarian and never looked back.
While the two were pariahs in Ustalav, they found in a place in Razmiran, strangely enough. The core of the Silver Company began to form as fighters flocked to follow the half-orc, now calling himself “The Iron Beast,” after what the Ustalav constabulary had named him. The warriors made their fortune fighting the driders of Gensmaren. While the locals appreciated the efforts of the mercenaries, the minions of the Living God took a dim view of the half-orc who seemed to have a gift for drawing rough and ready sellswords to follow him, aided by Finnegal’s mostly-true tales. The small warband had no interest in taking on the zealots of Razmir, so they crossed the Sellen into the River Kingdoms.
It was in the River Kingdom of Tymon that the legend of the Beast began to spread. He won a gladiatorial contest in honor of Desna and was rewarded with a large cache of mithral. The resulting armor led to the change in his moniker to “The Silver Beast.” When Beast led his forces against encroaching partisans from Razmiran, his fearlessness and battle prowess won even more soldiers to his cause, though by now he could afford to pay them as a regular mercenary outfit. The Champion of Tymon made noises that one legendary half-orc was all the small kingdom was ready to welcome, and the Silver Company found themselves on the road again.
Where the Silver Beast trod, battle followed, and for a variety of masters. The company hunted down rogue alchemists for the Daggermark Poisoner’s Guild. They slew a pack of rabid cave bears for the Oakstewards of Sevenarches. They earned a death sentence in Touvette when they accidentally crossed into the small nation away from a road and were automatically convicted of trespassing. After fighting their way out of the dystheist kingdom, they spent a season fighting Mivonian swordlords on behalf of Pitax. Their most recent service before arriving in Ursundova was for House Lebeda in Brevoy, putting down bandits and Boggards that harassed Lebeda shipping along the Sellen River. Dame Lebeda triggered a controversial row when she knighted the Silver Beast for his efforts. When the members of the Silver Company found themselves in ever-increasing numbers of scraps with the bannermen of House Lebeda, it became clear that it was once again time to move on. As the Beast has said, “It’s useless dying in a fight where no one gets paid.”
So this mountainous half-orc and his two score mercenary soldiers have come to Ursundova. Finnegal might be looking for a place where the company can settle in for a longer stretch, but such things are outside of the concerns of the Silver Beast, who is, at least for the present, content to live a life of passion, plunder, and slaughter. He has known no other existence, and such lives as civilized men lead are, to his way of thinking, beyond his reach.
The Company has been employed by Her Majesty, Queen Katya, as the Royal Guard of Ursundova. While members of the company rotate in protecting most of the royal family, Beast acts as Jacek’s personal bodyguard.