Ajax Kakosgrower

Mayhap' I've been a bit tardy introducin' ya to this fine friend a'mine. But here ya go:

Ajax Kakosgrower:

A quiet man with a thirst for knowledge, Ajax Kakosgrower manages to stay amidst the action and adventure of life as a monk, a pirate, and an adventurer without leaving too many clues about himself. Although he resided at the Ternjac monastery for a lengthy time, his role there and any possible connection he may have had with ongoing raids of Northern Alpha's farms and estates, suspected to be instigated by the monks, are unknown. His talents include fluency in several languages--including archaic ones, production of fine crops and fine Alphan vintages--made with unearthly grapes--and an ever increasing knowledge of history, legend, and politics. He has been an embezzler, a scholar, a farmer, a sailor, and an adventurer; handling even unknown situations with a grace many would attribute only to those of a royal bloodline--which has led to much speculation about his sketchy ancestry and lineage.


An' just in case yer longin' fer a bit more knowledge of this spectacular lad, here's an excerpt from his tales:

Ajax ran toward a sheltered grove of overgrown, gnarled trees. He slowed as he entered the thicket, careful to avoid the thorny branches that protruded and tangled. Ajax shivered as he fought his way to the center of the thicket, remembering the gnawed jaw bone he’d found only days earlier. He hated to enter the place after dark, but he could not allow the monks to discover his treasure. He walked for five minutes before he reached his destination. Even on a moonless night, as this night was, he found his way easily.The small clearing in the midst of thorn bushes , brambles, and stones had probably been the place in which the pagan altar had stood. He shivered again before forcing himself to take a deep breath and relax. He felt his way toward the center of the clearing with his bare feet. None, save the most sophisticated magician, could find him here. In fact, no one in his right mind would enter the forbidding thicket. Rumor was, the nasty cluster of thorns and stunted, half-dead trees had grown on a horrible place. Before the Alphans had colonized the north, another ancient people had roamed the cold, forested reaches of the great continent. A people known for their hunger. They had practiced a violent religion in which mutilation and pain were used to purify the worshipers. This particular place had been the site of a yearly cannibalistic ritual.