Brandon Gnackle

A Gnomish man with short dark hair and an disarming smile. He has a penchant for mischief and the intelligence and quick glib for talking himself out of it. Even though he plays the occasional prank his heart is usually in the right place. He is curious and adventurous with the smarts to stay alive. It is thanks to these traits that he climbed the ranks of the Companions of Elric.

Brandon was born 195 years ago as the only son of Eldron and Marri Gnackle in the village of Drendeven. During his childhood he would often run wild with his cousins from his mother's side, the Bucks. Though he shared the Bucks' talent for getting into trouble, he also enjoyed the Gnackle smarts to get himself out of it and know which lines he shouldn't cross.

Aside from pulling pranks and mischief he would help around his father's workshop from time to time as he got a little bit older. But it wasn't long before he felt Drendeven too small for his ambitions. At the tender age of 90 he kissed his parents goodbye and tried to find his own place in this world. He soon fell in with the Companions. His small time adventures with his cousins had cultivated a certain skill set that made him an excellent scout. Brandon would travel with caravans for those under the protection of the Companions and make sure each and everyone would arrive safe and sound.

His achievements didn't go unnoticed by the Companions higher-ups. After years of guiding caravans he was reassigned to the chapter in Stjordvik and begin training for a leader position. But nasty rumors are going around concerning the Stjordvik chapter leadership. The managing leadership had all been fired and Brandon seemingly fled west.