Young, relatively unseasoned warrior. 50ish y/old Amber time. Looks mid-thirties. Medium height, stocky, powerful build, deep grey eyes and straw coloured hair, neatly tied in a short pony-tail. He wears dark green trews, knee high moccasins, green shirt with a grey jacket. Underneath the jacket can be seen a light mail baldric. He wears thick, grey leather belt is a large buckle with a dragon with spread wings. On his belt is a sheathed sword with an intricate hilt and a large sapphire on the pommel. He is resting easily against a grey horse with intelligent eyes. His other hand is resting lightly on the pommel of the sword.

Is the king of the golden circle shadow Axalon, feudal society, shadow magic but not a huge amount. Magical barons with knight lords. Surrounded by three known shadows, Digimid, Frekpel and Ghenesh. ten psyche, ten endurance, twenty strength, twenty-five warfare, pattern, five point conjuration, misc items etc. Touchy to insults, with a slight inferiority complex. Will duel honourably to insults.

Brought up nominally by Julian who did not like him in the forest. It seems that Senta once ruined a hunt while a toddler by crawling off into the shrubs and into the forest. Meanwhile, the hunt continued chasing a rabid wolf. Sometime later, Senta was found playing with said wolf, which was running around in circles with Senta gleefully chasing its tail.

This, along with a few other incidents, including a mass orgy caused by the thoughts of a badly shielded teen, caused Julian to eventually kick him out and forbade him never to return until he had proved his worth.

So, at the tender age of fourteen, he set off for adventure. Utilising his budding talents of Shadowmastery, he entered the Golden Circle. Spending seven years in the land of Eregnor, disguising his identity as he was ashamed of his ‘reputation’ that he supposedly had with the populous. He gained apprenticeship as a blacksmith where, within the space of a short year, developed an array of calluses and his physique started to develop. After 18 months, Senta was allowed to leave the bellows and commence weapons forging. He was slow to learn the art of steel making and his master was ready to give up on him until he accidentally allowed him to use the forge. In this he showed remarkable skill and dexterity, fashioning weapons and items of incredible durability and functionality.

Of course, his master only said ‘passable’ and moved him onto creation of more worthwhile items. Meanwhile the master sold these as his own, at prices higher than his own merchandise. By the end of his training, he was his master’s master in everything. Many of the local population had taken to calling his work ‘magical’ and ‘enchanted’. Of course Senta waved this off as exaggeration although he does realise his work’s worth.

From there, he made his winding way to the Shadow Bayle. Once there he became the lord of the same name’s armourer. There, he became fast friends with the master at arms of the place. His name was Germast. While Senta improved their armoury, he took an interest in the arts of war. And so, in their spare time, they spent many hours sparring, Senta learning much and Germast picking up tips on basic forging.

Senta spent another five years in Lord Bayle’s employ before leaving to return to Amber. He was twenty six. Before he left, using the giant forge that he possessed, created for Germast, a beautiful set of knives and a shield. For himself he lovingly created a sword, which he wields to this day, which he named Dunsting. Dunsting is a blade of blue steel with an intricate hilt and perfectly moulded grip. It is said (but not true) that Dunsting has spoken to Senta and advises him on matters of many topics. His sword has an almost oily look but the blood is said to simply run from it, and dirt not to cling. On that day he also crafted two throwing knives which he wears, one slim and concealed in his boot, the other at his waist. He had, on previous occasions crafted gauntlets, lightweight and supple as well as a baldric to protect his upper body.

From Bayle he made his way to Amber to return to his father with great trepidation. On his return, Julian was, as usual, hunting. Senta, hearing the horns, calculated the projected destination of the quarry, lay in ambush and slew the stag. Thirty seconds later, Julian rode into view, with his woodsmen in view behind him. They saw a man, where once had stood a boy, in a clearing, leaning on a blue sword, with a dead stag at his feet.

"Well father, glad you finally made it." Julian was, of course quite surprised at this statement as he had not expected him back for a while longer than that. Taken aback, but not showing it, he ordered the carcass butchered by his foresters while the two of them rode ahead.

Julian and Senta returned to the camp, on the way discussing life and the future. As promised, Julian put Senta nominally in charge of a small company of woodsmen.  For many years, Julian taught him skill at arms, expanding Senta’s knowledge and  on his thirty-fifth birthday took him to the palace and he was formally sworn into service to the king. At that time he was also allowed to formally negotiate the Pattern.

Taking the winding, dank stairwell, Senta made his way to the third door on the left, took the key off the wall and unlocked the door. In front of him lay the swirling blue glyph which is the family’s greatest treasure.

Taking a deep breath, he re-hung the key, swept his straw coloured hair back and stepped towards the pattern. With a slight pause he placed his left foot on the pattern and commenced the walk. The first veil- he remembered his childhood and the pranks and troubles he caused. At the second he saw his recent achievements, and at the third a glimpse of the present.

After this final vision, he chose to depart to the land of Axalon where he studied the mystic arts with the master of the mind there. He spent many years there and in lands unknown before returning to Amber.

Seven years later he returned aged forty-four. Again appearing unexpectedly at his father’s ‘doorstep’, he talked him out of lessons of court as well as a small title and industry to gain himself some standing in the palace’ bureaucracy. For the last few years he has proved himself in many small battles and a couple of duels. For the most part, he can get out of duels and has been known to cause a couple of ‘accidents’ for would-be duellists at his shadow of Axalon. Julian during this time taught Senta the arts of the mind as well.

And that, my precious people, is the story of our lord Senta to this day. And now, for the tale of the shadow Roger, his exploits and life works.