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[container:vigmarker]Looking forward is what matters. I already know where I’ve been. And I don’t want to be there.
– Hargus Hurryhouse[/container]
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Hargus Hurryhouse is surrounded by legend and myth, and with good reason. [secret:6ff72ebe-569c-4a9b-bff0-ca0bec46b861]Luckily for most, he is a genuinely good-hearted individual who looks for how he can help others.
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[img:1848331|left|350][h2][center]Hargus – The Early Years[/center][/h2]
Hargus was born of average parents in a small village in the Kingdom of Orsholon. The real names of his parents are known only to Hargus, and he isn’t sharing. His family abandoned him, giving him a few gold pieces and a bag with some rations. They escorted him to Orsholon, and left him there in the streets.
Hargus was a classic urchin, learning how to keep a low profile, how to make his way in the city. He also learned how to adapt his behavior to fit in, whether in the markets or the back alleys. He made many connections in the seedier parts of town, giving him access to the less than legal aspects and individuals in the capital city. He took the name Hargus Hurryhouse because he felt it had an aura of nobility.
He made friends with the less savory characters in the shadows of Orsholon City. He learned how to get around the city using the sewers and the back alleys. He learned the patterns of the City Guard, and how to avoid them.
Nevertheless, Hargus was not interested in the criminal aspect. Instead, he was interested in how he could help the poor, the shunned, and the downtrodden. He was one of them.
[img:1852371|right|300]But most importantly, he learned how many in Orsholon lived. While the Kingdom of Orsholon was far and above one of the most – if not [b]the[/b] most benevolent nations of Arnathia, the poor still existed. There were still those who scratched and clawed just to feed their families and find ways to pay for clothing and shoes.
Hargus knew their pain. He knew what is like to struggle, to barely make it. Feast or famine, but rarely secure.
But one thing he did not have that others did was family. His abandoned him. Left him to fend for himself on the cold streets of Orsholon City, his family become those who also lived in the streets. What many considered dregs, he considered friends. And yes, family. As a young boy of 9 or 10 years old, he wanted to feel a part of something. To belong. As he grew older, he wanted to do whatever he could to make others feel part of something as well.
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[h2]Hargus’s Recent History[/h2]
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As Hargus grew older and more mature, he learned a number of skills, and began his career as an adventurer. Tales of his exploits are both legendary and feared. Perhaps the most told is of a battle in which Hargus faced more than 100 orc warriors.
The orcs has surrounded Hargus, trapping him in a box canyon. Just as they were about to attack, Hargus smiled. As Hargus took his aim at the orcs to blast them with cold, a shadow swept quickly across the orc horde. From the sky dropped an immense silver dragon. Hargus and the dragon seemed to work in unison, like a choreographed dance, set to a music no one could hear.
Hargus and the dragon dispatched the oncoming orcs with amazing speed. And as the last began to run away, he simply laughed.
No one seems to know where the dragon came from, or if it even really existed. In truth, many simply put it off to a tall tale. Hargus will neither confirm nor deny any of the tales. His typical answer when asked is “Is that what they say?”, and follow it with a hearty laugh.
Another subject of speculation is the 3 years when Hargus disappeared. During that period, he simply vanished. But when he returned, it was with a confidence and strength that was unmatched. No one knows where he went, and as usual, Hargus isn’t telling. [img:1852372|right|300]
As a rule, Hargus is spoken of in hushed tones. Those who have felt his kindness and sense of honor speak highly, and those who have crossed him fear speaking his name again. He has many, many friends.
And likely, as many enemies.
