Gideon
(Gideon Strongblade)The door crashes open. Not a deliberate crash, mind you - just the crash of somebody who doesn't know how to open doors gently.
"Ho, friends!"
In strides a man who looks to have sprung from a Boris Vallejo artwork. Six foot six, clean-cut good looks, and rippling muscles under heavily ornamented plate armour. The top of his helmet is enhanced by some unidentifiable creature in gold - possibly some sort of a demon - and he wears a large shield, on which is blazoned a fierce-looking red dragon coiled around to breathe fire past its own body.
The odd thing out is the sword he holds in his right hand. (The fact that he had no hands free to work the door probably has something to do with that crash.) Unlike the rest of his equipment, it's completely lacking in decoration. Just a solid brass guard, leather-wrapped hilt, and four feet of grey metal.
"Lady Elizabeth! Mahri! How have your own adventures found you?" Without waiting for an answer he sits down next to Liz in a clatter of plates. The sword bites into the wooden bench, and after some shuffling around he reluctantly sheaths it. The time it takes for him to _find_ the sheath, on the left side of his body, suggests that he doesn't use it much.
Spoiler below.
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He's not, in fact, an AD&D character at all.
He's a wraith.
Who thinks he's an AD&D paladin.
He's also a munchkin.
Are you scared yet?
You will be.