As far back as he can remember, Poe has only had one dream in life: To swing a big stick into the fog of war, and see how many monsters he can connect with.

Being raised by his grandparents on their small farm, Poe knew well all the stories of Blackmoor and it’s adventurers. In fact, his father had been one of them - but unfortunately, never made it out.

Knowing the fate of his father might have been enough to scare away some folk, but it only made Poe want to train harder. In between tending to the fields and caring for livestock, he could often be found sparring with bales of hay or daydreaming in the lofts of some grand adventure that had yet to happen.

A kind soul.
A seeker of truth and justice.
A friend to all animals.

But the only friend he truly trusts is his father’s mace.