FREIDO BIGARNS, HALF-HAND, CAPTAIN OF THE SAUERFEL GARRISON, MOUNTED SAUCEROR

Manufactured: Mantic Games
Sculptor: Unknown
Completed: 16 November, 2021
AT CMON: FREIDO HALF-HAND

Freido Bigarns, known commonly as the Half-Hand, spent much of his youth in serving the Empire. First, as a personal chef to Karl Franz himself, where he met many court magicians who also taught him the art of sorcery. Though not a great wizard by imperial standards, Freido has learned to incorporate his magic to enhance his cooking to a great degree. Where once he was a good cook, Freido has become one of the most renown cooks within the empire.

As personal chef to the Emperor, Freido has travelled the entire width of the realm, and even been involved in more skirmishes then he can count. The most recent being the one that has given him his new nickname in Sauerapfel, that of the Half-Hand. The empire faced off against a band of night goblins in the southern reaches, and was definitely getting the better of them until a small group of wolf riders hit the baggage train. Many of the camp followers were slain in the encounter, but Freido proved his mettle by rallying what remained of the group and launching a counter-attack, flinging every ounce of his ability at the slavering beasts as the returned for another charge. The leader of the group charged against him, and neither Freido, or his trusted mount Goldie, flinched in the face of it. The wolf proved faster then expected, and before Freido was able to launch his spell, which drenched the goblin and his mount in boiling stew, the goblin managed a swipe with his ruinous blade that sliced off Freido's index finger and thumb.

Permitted to return to the Moot to heal, the Half-Hand was recognized by imperial proclamation as a hero. He returned to tall the fanfare the Halflings of Sauerapfel could muster, and Freido was content, for a while, to settle down. Until this morning, when a loud knocking on the door by the Sheriff of Sauerapfel awakened him before first breakfast. "Good sir," he began. "The council had a vote late last evening. We have been commanded to stand up the garrison, and, well...", he hesitated a moment, "we have voted you to lead them, if you will accept?"