Skharr DeathEater

A lone DeathEater has forsaken his clan. Leaving behind his previous life, Skharr starts building a future next to a dangerous forest in an unknown land. He tells himself it is better than taking gold for questionable reasons. A lone old man travelling with a donkey offers him a choice: Continue this farm life, or trade him Skharr's just finished home and tilled land for a map. A map that Skharr can use to live large for years...if he survives.

A noble wants revenge, and Skharr DeathEater has upset at least one noble willing to pay a high price to kill him. Painfully. Skharr is living in an inn, having spent a large sum of money on a weapon - one he never intends to use. Now, for reasons that have everything to do with trusting the wisdom of another, Skharr has decided to take a gamble on another dungeon. It appears once a year, and every year, the hundreds who enter die.

A powerful wizard working behind the scenes. The true power behind the throne. A bastard son trying to get a birthright to challenge the status quo. A dungeon that can provide the status he needs to challenge the next heir...and the wizard. Armed guards who don't plan on the bastard making it back. Enter Skharr DeathEater into this story. A Barbarian in the wrong bar at the right time to stop an assassination attempt.

Skharr wants a break. He needs a break in his life, and a quiet trip back to Verenvan. It doesn't look like that is going to happen. An old god might be making waves in a dungeon that has laid undisturbed for centuries. No one wants that to happen, so Skharr is asked by a local temple of Theros to get involved. Unfortunately, the temple does not have many resources to offer him. The one paladin who happens to be nearby is on a sabbatical. And she has definitely heard of the Barbarian of Theros.

Emperors call him friend. He wanted to retire - now he wears a target on his back. Rumors of dungeons raided, dragons robbed, emperors showering him with gratitude.

You help wipe out the crime lords of a city, and suddenly those in power want you dead or gone. The city's council just needs to figure out how to get him to leave. His axe finished, Skharr needed to deal with getting the prized relic to the DeathEater clan. He decided to exchange a favor, for a favor. The timing couldn't be better.

The problem with court politicians is their ability to stab someone in the back repeatedly. Skharr DeathEater, the Barbarian of Theros, friend of dwarves and emperors, is a liability. The mysterious Dealer in Whispers and Death has let it be known in the right ears they can kill Skharr DeathEater - for a hell of a price. The Dealer has never failed to kill their target in the more than 200 years of their existence, and they love a good challenge.

The problem with court politicians is their ability to stab someone in the back, repeatedly. Skharr DeathEater, the Barbarian of Theros, friend of dwarves and emperors, is a liability. The mysterious Dealer in Whispers and Death has let it be known in the right ears he can kill Skharr DeathEater. For a hell of a price. The Dealer has never failed to kill their target in over the two hundred years of their existence, and they love a good challenge.

Skharr DeathEater, the Barbarian of Theros, has not only gotten married, but he also has a child on the way. Unfortunately, the lands he and his wife acquired are rife with issues. Skharr doesn't know how to do anything except take matters into his own hands. Will he be able to do that when his wife is as deadly as he is and not in a good mood? Eventually, someone must figure out what is going on in the north and Skharr is the right Barbarian for the job.