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Captain Anton
Mark is a man born in 1423 from a Scottish mason and an Irish barmaid. Mark was raised by his mother in a tavern to be a master brewer, but in his teens, he decided he wanted more from life and left on a journey in pursuit of glory elsewhere.
Eventually he stumbled upon the Archers of Ravenwood where he took a liking to studying warfare, strategy, and tactics. Unfortunately for the rest of us, after a few years of serious training with Ravenwood, he rediscovered his roots and regained passions for ale, brewing, and of course, slinging insults.
It is for this reason that he is the Ravenwood tournament Marshal. If it isn’t his words getting the audience cheering or jeering, his ale certainly fills the gaps.
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Beau Daniel Bozard - Centenar
Second to Captain Anton. Centenar Bozard was born in 1401 in the Pale of Calais an English territory in France. The pale is a "jurisdiction, area". English "Cales" (now supplanted by French Calais) derives from Caletas, an ancient Celtic people who lived along the coast of the English Channel. Beau grew up in a modest family dedicated in service to Edward Dalyngrigge and his free company providing trade security for the English wool trade. It is in the service of this company that Beau learned the art of warfare and archery in defense of thieves and Jacka bites attacking the movement of wool from inland to the port for transport to England. In 1413 Beau joined the forces of Thomas Chauser and with this company became a Ventenar in the Battle of Agincourt in 1415. After Henry V became regent of France Ventenar Bozard found himself in Southampton England in the employ of a minor Lord, Anton of Ravenwood. Promoted to Centenar for his ability to lead others into battle for the sake of the crown and his friendship with Anton it is here that he has found home and family.
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Marshall Mark Wilson
Mark is a man born in 1423 from a Scottish mason and an Irish barmaid. Mark was raised by his mother in a tavern to be a master brewer, but in his teens, he decided he wanted more from life and left on a journey in pursuit of glory elsewhere.
Eventually he stumbled upon the Archers of Ravenwood where he took a liking to studying warfare, strategy, and tactics. Unfortunately for the rest of us, after a few years of serious training with Ravenwood, he rediscovered his roots and regained passions for ale, brewing, and of course, slinging insults.
It is for this reason that he is the Ravenwood tournament Marshal. If it isn’t his words getting the audience cheering or jeering, his ale certainly fills the gaps.
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Lydia Nightsky
Lydia was born in the north of Spain in 1420 and her parents moved their family to France when she was 10 in order to escape religious persecution. The lord in France that they worked for moved his estate to England when she was 14, and they came across the Archers of Ravenwood where they met another family with an unwed son named Bruchard. Lydia was married that year and shortly after she had a daughter. The daughter got married to another family when she was 14 and a few years later she had a daughter of her own. When Bruchard died a horrible death Lydia decided to continue to work for the Archers, sewing, cooking and helping the lady of the estate, and eventually worked her way up to the position of Steward. Lydia takes her work very seriously, working with many talented Archers, and still manages to enjoy some rest at the end of the day.
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Lawrence of Ravenwood
Born the bastard son of an Irish noble in the early-1400s, Lawrence came into the world with little more than a quick wit, a crooked smile, His mother, a sharp-tongued maid with a fondness for mischief, named him after the great Father she knew in her childhood, Lawrence, he spent his youth hunting in the wood near his home, however he had grand ideas of being an archer in a company.
At twelve, he joined the Archers of Ravenwood, a brotherhood of longbowmen known as much for their skill as their thirst. Lawrence took to both with equal enthusiasm. He rose through the ranks on the strength of his aim and the sound of his laugh, claiming victory in skirmishes, tavern games, and no small number of drinking contests.
But his true fame came at the Tournament of the Silver Eagle, the grandest archery contest in the realm. Before a crowd of nobles and knights — and under the keen eye of the queen herself — Lawrence bested all rivals, to win not only the Silver Eagle but also the Queen’s Favor, a silk ribbon she tied to his hat with her own hand. He’s been known to boast that the ribbon’s charm steadied his aim for a decade, though his men say it was more likely the ale that kept his nerves calm.
Now in his sixtieth year, Sergeant Lawrence of Ravenwood serves as the company’s Master of Archery, passing down his hard-won lessons (and his hangover cures) to every new recruit. His bow is as steady as ever, his laugh even louder, and though his joints may creak, he still claims he could hit the cork off a wine bottle at fifty paces — and then drink what’s left of it.
Around the fire, his men still raise their mugs to his favorite toast:
“To the arrow that flies true, the ale that never ends, and the Queen who knew a good shot when she saw one!
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Robyn the Lost Eagle of Ravenwood
Born in the year of our Lord 1425 in the shire of Sussex, Robyn was raised upon the edge of the great Weald, where forest and field meet. Her father served as a bowyer to the local lord, and from him she learned the shaping of yew and the keeping of a straight shaft. Her mother was a midwife and herb-wife, skilled in wort-lore and the quiet craft of healing, and from her Robyn gained both patience and the old ways of the grove.
As a young maid, Robyn’s eye proved keener than most men’s, and she was soon called to teach archery to the yeoman levy. Her aim earned her renown at the summer tourney of Lewes, where she won her first pin from the Queen’s own hand — a silver eagle she promptly lost before the day’s end, giving rise to her name among the Archers of Ravenwood.
In time she joined Lord Anton’s company, serving as archer, instructor, and healer upon the field. When not fletching arrows or training, Robyn tends her simples, offers charms for good fortune, and teaches the children of the village their letters and their songs. Though gentle of heart, she is deadly true in aim; friend and foe alike speak well of her steady hand, her easy laugh, and her blessings whispered to the wind.
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Travis Case
Born of welsh decent part of Owain glyndwr's revolt as a teenager not much is know about Tristian "Corvid" Hughes. He was wounded taking down 13 men during the battle of shroosburry and taken captive to the English. Hearing of his battle prowess and having to be put in shackles in the prison for breaking out of 2 cells. Offered a pardon and told to leave for the safety of the town of Chester.
He took to hunting and trapping trading furs he spent many years in solitude till he was approached by small Spanish lady in a tavern after a successful trade and asked if he would like to join the free company led by captain Anton. He now in love with a firey lass that he met at and inn in England. Caitlin can handle a blade and yet cook the most delicious foods. After the successful battle of Agincourt Corvid saw the strength of the English and fights for king and county at the side of Captain Anton .
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Wendy Lady of the Briarwood
Met and was hired by the captains father as his very young son's guardian and teacher until he was of the age to train for warfare. Later, by pure accident, they met again in a marketplace, and he welcomed her into the Ravenwood family.
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Kilgore “Tod” Trout
Born of scandal and steel, Kilgore “Tod” Trout is the bastard son of a Neapolitan emissary and a Scottish commoner. Raised between two worlds and loyal to neither, he cast his lot with the House of York and found purpose under the banner of the Earl of Warwick. A veteran of Calais and countless campaigns, Kilgore has earned a reputation as a deadly marksman—his longbow said to find its mark even in the dark or when he's deep in his cups. Those who’ve shared a campfire with him know there’s always a chance he’ll lose his pants before the night is through, but never his aim or his sense of humor. When not in service to Warwick’s cause, he rides with the Archers of Ravenwood—a free company bound by fellowship, mischief, and the promise of adventure, plunder, and ale.
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Sanjuro of the East
Born in Kyoto to a noble lineage of scholars, Sanjuro was raised amid refinement and privilege, yet beneath the silken robes and the gilded halls of his family estate, he knew only the suffocation of expectation. His parents taught him that perfection was duty, that emotion was weakness, and that obedience was the only form of honor. Every mistake brought shame, every act of individuality scorned and punished with violent severity.
In the final days of his youth, Sanjuro knew that death was a preferable alternative to staying in this house that had never been a home. With nothing left but his will to live, he chose exile, leaving behind the scrolls, the gold, and the family name that had become a prison. Carrying only his bow, he struck out on his own path to finally live life on his own terms.
His travels took him across distant lands and countless trials. He crossed oceans, wandered through burning deserts and frozen steppes, and walked the battlefields of dying empires. In hardship, he found truth. In struggle, he found strength.
Eventually, his journey led him west where he found a fellowship of warriors who asked nothing of him but sincerity. They were men and women of every origin, united not by blood or title, but by loyalty and purpose.
Among the Archers of Ravenwood, Sanjuro discovered the home his family had denied him. He found laughter, trust, and the kind of kinship that cannot be inherited but must be earned.
When he finally returned to the East, Sanjuro carried their name as his own banner.
In Kyoto’s oldest archery hall, the name
RAVENWOOD
now endures, carved into the beams above the range as a living tribute to the brotherhood that gave him peace.
Sanjuro no longer fights for glory or vengeance, but to ensure that no soul endures the suffering that was once the only life he knew. Wherever he travels, he offers his knowledge freely, his strength willingly, and his heart openly. Though calm in spirit, Sanjuro remains ever ready for the storm, believing that true honor is not found in birthright, but in the bonds we forge and the love we share along the way.