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==Jeroy Lenkins==
Jeroy is an Ancestral Guardian Barbarian played by Chris.  His axe is his soulmate. After venturing into the [[Vault of the Night]] he found and now wields the Legendary [[Bloodcrier]] hammer. 

Languages Spoken: Common, Dwarvish

Tools and Others: Mason Tools, Disguise kit, Thieves tools


Jeroy Lenkins comes from a line not of noble barbarians but of those of the land.  His forefathers did not raise a goblet of grog at lavish festivals, they tilled the land and fought in the wars those festivals celebrated.   As his ancestors did, Jeroy grew up tending to his family’s meager farm as he father, Sgiggen Lenkins, his grandfather, Taekr Lenkins, his great-grandfather, Glolsef Lenkins, and his paternal ancestor, Drulres Lenkins did before him.

Jeroy was raised with little other than work.  His days consisted of waking with the sun, tending to the fields and their workhorses till the night, and falling asleep often without a proper supper.  What food they had was only enough for  meager meals.  It pained Jeroy to see his mother struggle and would push away his food saying he wasn’t hungry splitting half of his plate with his family and the other with his workhorses.  They were his most faithful companions.  He was happy to sacrifice for them as he saw them sacrificing for him.  

His Klan, the Sgods, celebrated an annual festival to celebrate the victory over a hoard of invading Drow.  His family, both maternal and paternal, paid for  this victory in the only way they could afford, their blood losing several of his ancestors in the battles.  They had charged valiantly into battle, leading their fellow Klansman in some of the darkest days the battle.  For their bravery and courage they were buried and forgotten.  Jeroy grew up hearing the stories of his brave ancestors from his mother and father but the stories of their bravery, and their heroism, were lost from his fellow barbarians.  They were not remembered for their struggles, the glory was cascaded upon the elite barbarians who lined up behind his ancestors, scared to lead the charge but happy to chant and cheer their victory.

Only once has Jeroy enjoyed the joy of a gift during his youth, an axe.   It is a plain axe with a simple leather-wrapped handle but it was new.  Jeroy grew up having only the castaway tools or clothes from his father and forefathers.  Nothing for him was new.  But one day during the festival his mother surprised him with an axe.  The brilliance of its edge was unspectacular to most, but for Jeroy it shined brighter than the sun.  The handle’s finish was clean, free of cuts and gouges.  The leather wrapped handle was tight and felt strong in his powerful hands.  As he held the axe he looked to his mother in disbelief.  He had no idea how she could have afforded something so special.   Before he could speak she placed her arm on his shoulder and said, “There is one more thing.  You carry with you the strength of your ancestors, their bravery, their love for their people.  You are destined for more than what is on this farm.  You leave for the Magistry tomorrow.  So tonight, eat up as you will need your strength for the challenges ahead.”