Din Family/Fingal

Fingal Din is the son of Argus & Sabetha Din. To the Scots, Fingal means "white stranger" although his friends refer to him as Crazy Fingal the Bard. Fingal is a skilled woodsman and fearless fighter like his father. But, as his father would say, he is "crazier than an owl turd, just like his mother."

Fingal is the brother of Mikolas that is currently residing in Pertora. His other brother Dingal is in the Cagilan Empire.

Fingal has a fine barritone voice and is often enjoyed around the campfire for the fine way he tells his tales. Here is one of his favorites:

"Born in the days of glories now gone.

Men of honor, men of proud song.

A knight in armor with a fine gleaming sword.

Echos of the past, heard in a bard's chord.

Life was lived, for glory and pride.

Into songs and history, forever you'll ride."

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By the way, Fingal has been known to search the woods tirelessly just before a battle. He believes it to be good luck to carry an owl turd in his pocket during battle.

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Once again, on their way back from Partora, The Headbuster Brigade had stopped for the evening to make camp. The men were restless and the many changes going on in Caligus was of course keeping everyone on edge. Although normally occupied with scout reports, requests from the locals and such, tonight Fingal decided that his time would be better spent with the men.

Pulling up a barrel to sit on, Fingal joined his men around the fire. What little conversation there was stopped as an uncomfortable silence fell over the men. Trying to figure out how to break the uncomfortable silence Fingal finally spoke up and said, "Did I ever tell you men about the bear hunt I once had in the woods of Muese?"

Looking at each other, unsure quite how to respond to the out of the blue remark from their Troop Leader, finally second in command Sargent Curr said, "No Sire you haven't. Please share your tale with us."

Fingal took a long draw from the mug he held and began "You see this happened many years ago when I was but a young lad. I had this old skin and bones dog named Ol' Blue. Ol' Blue was one of the greatest hunting dogs I have ever owned and on this particular day Ol' Blue and I were hunting for a rabbit or two to take home to Mom. Well, as soon as we entered the patch of woods, Old Blue hit a trail. I could hear him howling his head off, but then I could tell that his bark had changed and he had something up a tree. Well, I figured we might not have rabbit tonight, but if he had treed a badger or a fox that would work just fine."

Fingal looked around at the men who were leaned so that they could hear. He continued "You see, I was listening to Ol’ Blue’s singing as it echoed through the woods and the sound of it started me reminiscing about all the hunt’s me and that dog had. I snapped back to reality when a yelp shattered the rhythm of the song Ol’ Blue had been singing. I could tell that I wasn’t more than 150 yards from him and I had to get there fast, Ol’ Blue was in trouble. I busted through a few more yards of brush and there they were in front of me, Ol Blue and the biggest bear I had ever laid eyes on. The size of the bear or the fact that he had spotted me hadn’t bothered me yet. All I could see was my motionless dog lying there covered in blood. The bear had gained a few yards on me by the time I realized that I better forget the dog and start worrying about the bear. I had noticed that the bear was big, but I hadn’t seen how big he was until now. His shadow alone must have weighed a quarter ton. The bear was coming on strong now, and couldn’t have been more than twenty-five yards away by the time I got my crossbow up and fired. Immediately I knew that I had hit high as I saw the blood splash up on his right shoulder. I started to nock another quarrel and then...."

I stopped the story at that point and looked away.

The crackling of the fire was the only sound for long moments as the men waited anxiously for Fingal to finish. Finally, Sargent Curr couldn't wait any longer and asked “Well, what happened Sire!”

Keeping his head turned away, Fingal said, “Never mind, I don’t really like the end of this story.”

“Why?, Does Ol' Blue get killed?” he asked.

“No,,,, Not that....It's because every time I tell it my crossbow breaks and I get killed!” Fingal said walking away with a wide grin. Several steps away from the fire he could hear the men start to chuckle and then laugh heartily as they get the joke.

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Opening the letter his scribe had just handed him, Fingal begins to read....

Dear brother,

I am currently tied up chasing some undead, but will arrive at the tourney soon. Until I get there, look for a couple of my friends, Sir Maelg, Count of Dimwood and Ser Magnus a Viking, and Knight of Bescannon. We have traveled and drank a lot in Perdan and I look forward to you meeting them.

P.S. Whatever you do, don't let Magnus around any of the Vulture Spleen Vodka.

Your brother,

Mikolas

Fingal folded the letter back and put it in his pocket. "Vulture Spleen Vodka...wonder what that is?", he said outloud as he passed a tent with a sign that said "Tumbles Tent Tavern".....Hmmmmmmm

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Walking across the parade grounds, Fingal spotted a sign that read "Tumbles Tent Tavern." Fingal stopped and pulled a drawstring bag from his waist. Reaching in he pulls out a shiney gold piece emblazoned with the banner of Caligus on it. Fingal steps up to the bar and lays the gold coin down....

"My name's Tumbles, what can I get you friend?" asked the bartender as he wiped out a glass with a dirty rag. A deep battle scar across his forehead turned upward as he smiled at Fingal.

"I wish to try some of this Vulture Spleen Vodka I've been hearing about." said Fingal.

The bartender rolled his eyes as he reached behind him, "Been hanging around those Viking types, huh? Be careful, this isn't your normal drink." he said pouring a clear liquid from a bottle to the mug in front of Fingal, and then turned back to his duties.

Fingal eyed the glass as he reached in his pocket. Pulling his favorite pipe from his pocket, he tapped it on the side of the bar and then began to stuff it with fresh herbs and smoke-weed.

Turning from his duties, the bartender Tumbles turned just in time to see Fingal start striking his flint box. Quickly, reaching across the bar, he knocked the flintbox and pipe from Fingals hand....sending it flying across the room.

Fingal insinctivley drew his sword and stepped back as Tumbles yelled, "What are you daft man, you trying to kill us all!"

Fingal eyed the bartender warily. Not sure what had just transpired.

"You have to be careful with that Vulture Spleen Vodka!" Tumbles said, "one spark and we will all end up blown to Ubent!"

Fingal sheathed his sword and with hesitation reached across the bar to try this dangerous drink. After all if a Viking could handle it.....Fingal could handle it......

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"28 horns of mead on the wall 28 horns of mead! Take one down pass is around.....er what number are we on now?"

Fingal staggered in between his brother and his newfound Viking friend Magnus. After downing the rest of the drinking horn he asked Magnus, "So how long have yer been drinkin' the Spulcher Veen Vodka....burp.....I heard it was kind of flammanableee.....flamaball....uh, I heard it will catch fire!"

"How many have you had already?" Mikolas asked.

Fingal held up three fingers and said "Six!"

"You know our dear old Pa used to tell us not to drink anymore!" Mikolas said smiling.

"Yep! But he also said not to drink any less!" Fingal said laughing so hard that he lost his balance and fell against the bar......

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Mikolas stood at the bar sharing another mug of mead with Magnus and sliding a fresh mug over to Maelg, who had just stepped in.....

"Did you just hear something?", Mikolas asked.

Magnus pointed down and said, "I think it's your brother."

Mikolas looked down at Fingal who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bar. The effects of the Vulture Spleen Vodka were apparently in full swing as Fingal was currently trying to catch his right thumb with his left hand and not having much luck.

"Hath you theen my fet.....feet." Fingal asked to no one in particular.

"What?" Mikolas asked.

"I thed, hath you theen my feet!" said Fingal.

Mikolas shook his head, "Yes, I've seen your feet. They are very dirty and at the end of your legs....why?"

Fingal looked around dumbfounded for a moment and then said, "Becauth I wanted ta go thumwhere....and I cant find my fee....." the smile faded from Fingal's face as his head fell back, and he once again fell against the bar sound asleep.

Mikolas just shook his head and turned back to his friends Magnus and Maelg, "Another round?" he asked......

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