Sergeant Tomas Blackerly (Defeated)

Sergeant of the Guard of Branderscar Prison


A man in his early forties, about 5’8 foot tall, about 230 pounds always has a self-important sneer on his face.


This is the man in charge, the one who stood over you with the hot glowing branding iron. He laughed as he pressed the brand into your flesh the runic F forever marking you as Forsaken. He is gruff, insulting and enjoys reminding you of your status, with words and beatings. His fate has been sealed after he was placed into a cell by the prisoners of Branderscar Prison with his records of his stealing from the prison supplies as well as his gambling with the guards right outside his cell for any to see.

Sergeant Tomas Blackerly (Defeated)

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