PROS & CONS
Can steal energy points from enemies
Can regen energy back when Damage Control is upgraded
Team heal via potions
Can reduce enemy accuracy
Uses energy to mitigate damage
Vulnerable to assassins
Doesn't do much damage
Rowan is the second son of Esperia’s youngest and possibly wealthiest noble house. The Patriarch, Reginald, is his father, but he wasn’t born into money. Beginning adulthood as a small trader, his business acumen proved uncanny to say the least. Where he had started as a young man with a case of simple goods, he is now a lord with titles, businesses, banks, and vast mining operations under his purview. Though normally a title and lands would only be awarded in recognition of some great deed, House Gilder have essentially bought their way into the aristocracy. Lords and Kings fight wars, and wars are expensive indeed. Reginald Gilder’s timely gifts and loans curried a great deal of favor among the older houses, and he in turn was rightly rewarded.
Rowan and his older brother Angelo, despite growing up around unimaginable wealth, were nonetheless raised by their lowborn father to be self-sufficient and savvy in their dealings. Wealth could be gained, but also lost and if lost, it would need to be regained. No amount of swordsmanship or battle strategy could buy what hundreds of shrewd deals had afforded the family. Angelo, being the old est, felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders from an early age. The heir to a new house with much to prove, he was expected to maintain and increase the Gilder’s wealth and influence, and of course to marry strategically to this end.
The pressure of his new position, however, proved too much, and he abandoned his family home to pursue his true passion. Though this was all well and good for Angelo, it placed a large and unexpected burden on the
Within a few scant weeks of his brother’s clandestine departure, Rowan was already named heir to the house and arranged to marry the youngest daughter of the king. For someone of such common lineage to marry into the royal family was unheard of, and Lord Gilder was understandably elated. As a symbol of the role he was to take on, he was gifted one of the single rarest and most expensive items that could be found anywhere in the world-a fortune duck, which had the ability to lay golden eggs. The only problem was that, in his years of educating the boys to be independent and self-sufficient, Lord Gilder had done perhaps too good a job.
Rowan thought of his future with the princess. It would be a life of great comfort, lived in a series of palaces and punctuated by holiday festivals and business acquisitions. He would eat the finest foods and never be contradicted. Armies of servants and sycophants would vie for his attention. He would never struggle. He would never be challenged. He would never get the real measure of himself. Thus, it was settled. Rowan would do as his brother before him and embark on his own path.
Late one night, he pilfered the castle workshop for handful of essential items, grabbing only the simplest garb and gear. It wouldn’t do to wander the realm dressed as a nobleman’s son, after all. Leaving a note on the workbench to apologize for the stolen goods and to assure the craftsmen they’d be quickly reimbursed, he set out to make his own fortune. After all, hadn’t this father done just the same, if not at as early an age? He would have one major advantage, however. The duck was coming with him.
Rowan had planned his escape carefully, and the searches over the next week turned up nothing. Though the young Princess Petra bristled at the perceived slight, Lord Gilder looked on the events with a sort of bemused acceptance. His son may have insulted the monarch himself, possibly even earning the perpetual ire of the princess, but he had done something far more commendable than what had been asked of him. He thought of his own time on the road and smiled. Somewhere far away, Rowan hoisted his bag and walked one step closer to the destiny he would create for himself.
“Home is wherever your feet touch the ground”