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Character Profile: Troshen
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Troshen


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All about Troshen
Character Name:  Troshen
Race:  Human-ish
Gender:  Male
Place of Origin:  Alt.Dragons-Inn (Link https://groups.google.com/forum/#!forum/alt.dragons-inn)
Can Be Found:  Exploring Rhydin
Profession:  Mechanist and owner of a Machine Shop. Also a Cavalry Reserve officer.
Appearance:  A tall man, barrel chested.

When out riding, he typically wears a duster and a broad-brimmed hat.

His horse is typically stabled when not travelling.

When in his Mechanist Shop he wears a heavy leather apron and heavy dark goggles.

When on duty in the Reserve Cavalry Corps, he dons the uniform of a Cavalry Officer.
Skills:  A skilled Mechanist, Troshen is the owner and proprieter of the Fiddler's Green Mechanists shop in RhyDin.
-Electripidity
-Mechanistics
-Machined parts and other odds and ends
.
Having recently mustered out of The President's Own 16th Cavalry, he is now a Reserve Cavalry Officer. When on training duty, Troshen leads a Troop of soldiers on cavalry missions
-Horseback riding
-Swordsmanship
-Leadership
-Planning Raids
.
When not working, Troshen enjoys playing piano, and often plays when at the Red Dragon Inn

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Recently, Troshen and his emplyees opened the Fiddler's Green boardinghouse, livery stable, and Mechanists Shop.

His three main employees:
Baker is a huge, beatle-browed man with arms like tree trunks from swinging a blacksmith's hammer. He runs the shop.

Dillon is a tall, thin man, with hawkish features, a shock of long black hair, and a wide grin. His love of horses is about to be fullfilled, since he'll be running the livery stable.

Mrs. Eaves is a matronly woman with grey streaks in her black hair. She will be running the Fiddler's Green Boarding House.

Troshen also has a business relationship as equals with an Alaskan Husky named Jagen.

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For a view into Fiddler's Green Mechanists, see the WWW link, below

It's great bay doors were swung wide, showing the interior.

Moving men went in and out, bringing all the equipment needed for a thoroughly modern machine shop. It's empty concrete floor was rapidly filling up with lathes, drill presses, band saws, and those were only the recognizable ones. Others with purposes more mysterious also were being rolled in.
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Fiddler's Green Livery Stables isn't much to look at. A large, squarish building made of wooden planks that you'd see in any town in the Old West.

The sign out front reads: Hacks on call, day or night. Buggies, coupes, roadsters for hire. Horses kept at reasonable rates.

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The Boardinghouse is a cosy place. Comfortable. You'd feel good bringing your friends there. On the walls are various cavalry memorabilia collected by Troshen in his travels. And on the main wall is this, the namesake poem.

Fiddler's Green


Halfway down the trail to Hell in a shady meadow green,
are the Souls of all dead troopers camped near a good old-fashion canteen,
and this eternal resting place is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past, straight through to Hell, the Infantry are seen,
accompanied by the Engineers, Artillery and Marine,
for none but the shades of Cavalrymen dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail to seek a warmer scene,
no trooper ever gets to Hell ere he's emptied his canteen
and so rides back to drink again with friends at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down beneath a saber keen,
or in a roaring charge fierce melee you stop a bullet clean,
and the hostiles come to get your scalp,
just empty your canteen and put your pistol to your head
and go to Fiddlers' Green.
Silver Crowns: 1166.22
Auctions: 0 won
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Joined:  28 Oct 2017
Total posts:  22
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Occupation:  Owner and Prorprieter of the Fiddler's Green, a shop, livery stable, and boardinghouse.
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Last Visited: Thu Jun 07, 2018 2:53 am
Signature:  "Stop that, stop that! This joke is being ended because it has become silly!" Graham Chapman, The Colonel, Monty Python's Flying Circus
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Discord Username: TroshenKell#2992

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