Free from the constraints of the royal court and with the undying support of the common man, Prince Jeric Targonor seeks to find the secret to the Undead Invasion of Thestra. A fearsome warrior and a natural magical talent since birth, Jeric never had much patience for talking when he could be acting. His brash and bold behavior has turned many of New Targonor's ruling nobility against him. But with the loyalty of the peasant class and an uncanny knack to succeed, the rugged prince poses too great a danger to confront directly. Should King Targonor pass without producing an heir, Jeric stands in line to assume the throne - a fact which may worry him even more than his detractors. His disregard for politicking has earned him many powerful enemies, though to him the only one of note is the one invading his homeland. And despise him as they might, even his fiercest opponents must begrudgingly admit - Jeric might just be the best hope Thestra has of stopping them.
Prince of the Thestrans, heir to their throne. Former member of the Sages Arcane, with a natural magical talent. An all-around man of action. And eye candy, on top of all that.
Jeric Targonor is the hero of Thestra, and the symbol of the Adventuring Sphere. Revered by his people, but with a talent for treating Thestra's nobility less than diplomatically, he is a man certain to lead an interesting and dangerous life.
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"Jeric Targonor stalked through the city in a dreadful silence. He moved quickly, and I struggled to keep up. An icy rage emanated heavily from him, wilting away those who stood in his path. Though the hood of his heavy, dark cloak concealed his face, many in the streets still recognized their revered prince. It was hard not to. His brown, shoulder-length hair spilled out from the front of his hood over his finely etched pauldrons, and onto his ornate mail breastplate. A wicked looking axe hung from his belt among a host of small pouches and knives. He clenched his plate-clad fists tightly as he marched deeper into the city.
The townsfolk glanced at Jeric, worry in their faces. His clothes were dirty and his armor stained. He did not look very regal this frigid morning. Then again, Jeric never did. That’s why I admired him. It’s why we all did. He kept to himself for the most part, and none of us really knew much about him. But we did know he was like no other noble in the city, let alone one of royal blood. He drank in taverns amongst urchins and laborers, not hidden away in some elegant dining hall in the keep. People, ordinary people, came to him with problems and he always listened, never turning them away. He had earned the admiration and loyalty of the common man, though it had come at a heavy price."
~ Sage's Gambit