Malvahn Fenrolien

Name:  Malvahn Fenrolien

Age: 31

Race: Roegadyn

Clan: Sea Wolves

Home:  Red Rooster Stead

History:
Malvahn spent the majority of his youth in Red Rooster stead, living with his mother. His father was often gone on delivery and acquisition jobs based out of the ports of Limsa Lominsa or Maraby Drydocks. Having grown up with a primarily absent father and knowing very few other Roegadyns, Malvahn longed for a sense of community.



At the age of fourteen, Malvahn traveled to Limsa Lominsa to seek out more Roe, hoping to find himself as well as information about his history. He found, instead, a broken people. He wondered where their pride was when they resigned themselves to be deckhands and dock workers. In the pubs, he had heard the stories of the former glory of the Sea Wolves. He heard the exaltation in the voices of the storytellers when they would relate the adventures of heroes and warriors of days long past, of conquests and narrow victories. At the end of every tale, their faces would grow dim – a silent lament for all they had lost.



Something had to change. Malvahn refused to become just another broken Roe, a sad husk. He knew he would have to travel, to adventure, to add meaning to life as a Roegadyn beyond manning the boat at local ports or serving as protection to some arrogant dignitary. He traveled to Gridania, stopping along the way to sell his muscle for supplies or a place to stay. At the age of 16, he was accepted as a student in the Lancer's Guild. His days were split between training with the lance and gathering lumber and other supplies for the people in Bentbranch Meadows and The Bannock.



Beginning to see himself slip into the same sad acquiescence that he saw in Limsa Lominsa, Malvahn tried anything he could to get out of Gridania and the surrounding camps. He was presented with an opportunity to travel to Ul’dah when the Twin Adders sought out troops that were willing to infiltrate the other Grand Companies. Once again heading into an unfamiliar area, he found himself thrilled with the possibilities of what may come.



<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">To distance himself from his former life as much as possible, Malvahn took to new pursuits, the most extreme of which were thaumaturgy and weaving. Not surprisingly, his efforts to advance were met with incredulity. It wasn't until an encounter with the Lalafell Cocobuki in the Market Ward that he was even allowed an audience with the Thaumaturges Guild. Though he was given the opportunity to train with the guild, it was obvious that he was not expected to excel. Most of the guild members, in fact, were very clear that they thought he would be gone within a few months.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Within the massive libraries of the Thaumaturges Guild, Malvahn found some histories of the Sea Wolves. He read every story he could find of Captain Merlsthal from the Fifth Astral Era.