Name: Kalma Hellstorm (Nowdays Gareut Wolf-Friend)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: He havent counted. Less than 30.
Profession: Wilder, Pirate, Performer and Veteran of the Siege
Languages: Common
Accent: Luskanian
Physical Information
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Body build: Slim
Hair style: Long and tied back
Scars: Smaller ones are all around him, one which gets attention is the one at place which left eyebrow should be
Tattoos: N/A
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Cheastnut brown (People have said that his eyes are wolf like)
Skin: Northern
STR: 14 / +2
DEX: 22 / +6
CON: 14 / +2
INT: 9 / -1
WIS: 14 / +2
CHA: 12 / +1
Appearance
Gareut is somewhat tall and in all right shape. He has lost his left eyebrow and there is only scar in the place where eyebrow should be. He has also lost his left pinky finger, cut off with a sharp blade. His smell is weird mix; Forest, herbs, ale, wolf, woods, moss and of course his own personal smell.
At his belt hangs; Finely crafted scimitar with chamfer "Hellstorm" on flat of a blade, wands, flute, vials, herb box, coin purse which seems to be half-empty, couple bandage and of course his dagger. At his leather bracelet is painted Unicorn and howling wolf.
Sometimes he can be seen playing with silver ring where are engraved "Gareut." He usually smiles warmly when doing this.
Rest of his stuff are in many small packs around his back.
His appearance reminds you of wolves. Only shining things on him are ruby in the handle tip of his dagger and that weird light in his yellow eyes eyes; Lust for Freedom.

Friendly, warm and open for those who he know. Rest can find barriers which only friendship can breach. Still he is willing to help those who are in need; Wounded animals get healing prayers from this Wilder. Orcs get dead fast, no need making more pain to this world. Somebody could say that it is "mercy." Peasant women don't usually even get dead fast... Creatures of the nine hells encountered will get this wilder beast on them, no worry for his own life he will try to hack demons down or die trying.
Tales are one of his great interest, he brought many cold and bitter tale with him from the North and is willing to share most of them.
Gareut usually knows when he has lost. If fighting is meaningless he will try to talk or run his way out of situation. Parley with slave traders for his friends lives is something which he can do. He is also willing to lie if job requires it. "Law is only a guide line."
Things which are worth of sharing
"Kill me if I ever follow Gareut again." -Ayla to Tib after wyvern hunting.
"Our fearless leader!" -Tib.
"Oooooh shiny!" -Rose somewhere inside hill ruins.
"Don't let up of your hope!" -Tamara at siege camp.
"Hearties." -Jack.
"And Gareut defies the theory that; nothing good ever came out of Luskan (mental note: do NOT say that to his face!!)" - Hugh
"Wuf?" -Daghala.
"Wolf-Friend" -Cal'onna.
"You haven't right to call yourself as ranger of Mielikki!" -Volo at Nashkel after Gareut was in gargoyle form.
"Comrade." -Randall.
"That was dumb!" -Piper to Gareut at Flaming Fist prison after beating from troops. Later that day they had singing contest down at those cold cells.
"Gareut is the worst drunk what I have seen in my entire life and still he can use his manners when there is need for those!" -Diego at merchant camp.
"Sir Gareut" - Leo.
"27 750 gold coins, your short sword and bottle of finest Luskan Black for this Jacket. Do you have another bottle?" -Kel trading with Gareut (robbing.)
"Hoi hoi." -Scarlet's greetings.
"I could set him on fire?" -Rouge to rest of crew when Gareut were under Dave's influence.
"Hey, Drunken Sailor!" -Trent.
"What is the price of your dreams?" -Blue-Wave Dave to Gareut at merchant camp.
"It will be alright" -Nari.
Big thanks to Rouge, Randall and Simini for typo killing.
Gareut's Merry tune
I am sure that somebody has wondered how that tune would sound? Everybody who has travelled with Gareut has heard this one. Here it is for you rest:
We got lost in a gloomy forest
in the middle of the woods
we saw an old house
with tired minds we knocked
the door very loudly
Old woman opened the wooden door
She asked us to come in
with kind words
From her pot arose a scent so weird
Stunning and bitter but very summoning
Bring me a magic potion
it will heal my aching wounds
A taste so bitter that makes
my bleeding soul feel so good
It will make us sing and dance
in our endless feast
Or it might even unleash
the beast in me
She filled out pints with that devils beverage
And served another round with an hideous grin
The world was spinning in a new light I saw everything
and everyone was singing this song
With nature, trolls and the spirits of the forest
We are one; let our singing rise up into the stars
The witch's magic drum was still beating hard
When a goblin brought me a new pint and together we roared
Drink and dance!
People of the forest sing with us!
Who wants to brawl with me?
Who can shape a kantele from a pike's jaw?
Like the great one once did
Close your eyes
Calm your mind and drift away from the pain
Beyond dreams
Into the depths of the cauldron
Like a rain it falls
And mirrors nature's healing powers
Surrender this time
And relief you shall find
Catcher of souls
hunter of spirits
Grant us the final drop of the life's elixir
I want to drown all my misery
Into the green trolls blood
And brown swamp drink
Fight against diminishing time
Burden of a solitary warrior's life
Catcher of souls
hunter of spirits
Grant us the final drop of the life's elixir
Bring me a magic potion
it will heal my aching wounds
A taste so bitter that makes
my bleeding soul feel so good
It will make us sing and dance
in our endless feast
Or it might even unleash
the beast in me

"Father" of mine gave me boots, real leather hat, scimitar and of course a name which gives power; Hellstorm... Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to years, life weren't that bad... I got share of loot, share of foods, share of friendship and still hunger didn't fade. I tried to drown it, didn't work. Even joys of flesh didn't drive it away. I was lost.
Seems like Captain Dahmar did see something in me, perhaps change? He gave me a sloop called Ruby and twenty men to my command, our main job, without the rest of the fleet, was to hunt the nobility's small unarmed vessels. Even -revenge- on -them- didn't give peace to my burned and scared soul.
And I couldn't bear the thought of my life
I was gone, caught in the torturing memories
And they burned like fire
Water can never heal such pain
Can't you believe
Nothing is real
Can't you see
I cannot feel
Take me away
Bury me in the sand
Cause after all these years I am still the same
A sad and bitter man
Crush my hope, grow my hate
There's no home for me
Nothing to give, nothing to say
So tell me it's a dream
And then came that misty day... I am not sure what happened, rumours said that our Flagship; Lady Mayhem did attack against one of the strongest pirate alliance. When I heard those rumours from the right mouths I packed my entire life around me and fled. Slaughter started in the same night that Family Hellstorm did vanish from Luskan, crew members founded wetty crave or new comrades. I changed on the way south my name to Gareut, first time something felt right. After couple harsh months the gold finally ended at Baldur's Gate...
I was in ruins, nowhere to go, no friends, no family, not even right course! I cursed gods and started to make my living with my sword. I didn't want to get the anger of the local thieves guild on me and I headed to farmlands. At the farmlands my feet brought to me lonely farmhouse head yelled "Kill them all, take what you deserve!" Then this clear woman voice whispered; "They need it more than you." Panic did take control and I left that house behind... God? Spirit? Person? Sickness? Months passed at wilds, I learned to listen that calm but strong voice. "If I can be free other should be also." Faith? Maybe, but I had new course for my life. And this felt right.
When I think about mine God I see always faces of Telissa and "Sunshine" Saint Merille. First two who seemed to have this inner peace.... Hard to form it to words. But if the reader knows those souls, they know what I try to write. After them I have encountered so many different tales and lives... Ayla, Tib, Mags, Rose. Tamina, Tamara, Piper, Abby, Telissa, Rouge, Scarlet, Randall, Kel (and if you got these notes to your hands somehow I will take your last eye!) ...Sapphire, Gen, Richo, Lyde, Ivaris, Aethor, Rente, Jack, Yasher, Grunga, Hugh, Selis, Alison, Nari, Diego, Tiberius, Daghala and elf called Cal'onna who gave new name for me; "Wolf-Friend." Just names at paper, but still so much more. On my journey I have learned that there isn't one -great- truth or goodness. Just different colours of grey. I hope that everybody find peace and happiness with their own way...
The end? No... just a start!
-Tale of Wilder
