Garl

Garl couldn't remember a time when he wasn't a slave, he had been on so many slavers boat's he couldn't even recall the number. He grew to be a strong slave, and was put into the fights early on. Many fights, he was only given a shield, no blade. so, he learned to make a shield a deadly weapon. One that his opponents grew to fear. His masters grew fat on his skill in combat. But Garl started to get a bit older. He lost a step or two. He was eventually sold off to a dispicable whore-son whom was in need of a good bashing. He was deemed unfit to fight, and chained to an oar in the galley. Time went by, and he couldn't even tell how long he had been abord the ship. 

A stop at an isle in the south brought a load of fresh slaves to row. And looks like the cheapskate slaver didn't provide a sacrifice for Aeger, God of the Sea. The winds and water grow worse as they travel, Garl's arthirtis was a good weather indicator, It was sure to storm soon. Suddenly, the boat stops, and the sounds of fighting  on the deck make Garl's mouth water. a few of the other slaves kil the guards below deck, free the rest of the slaves. All of the slaves look for weapons, Garl takes an oar, and they head up the ladder....