Sigmund von Danzig
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| Created by | Sigmund von Danzig (player) |
| Portrayed by | Charles V |
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| Gender | Male |
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| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Spouse | Amora en'Damier |
| Bondmate(s) | Amora en'Damier |
| Nationality | Shienaran |
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Sigmund von Danzig is a Shienaran Blademaster and Gaidin of the Grey Tower. He is married and bonded to Amora en'Damier.
Description
Lord Sigmund is a tall and lean Warder seasoned by experience. His dark brown hair was once almost black but now is peppered by white hairs. Although he is the oldest Warder still actively serving in the Grey Tower, he is still perfectly capable of dispatching multiple opponents through his superior skill and speed. A master at the Game of Houses, he never lets anyone see other than what he wishes them to see. He has a knack of knowing almost everything about almost everyone, a trait which served him well as the Master of Spies and now as the Amyrlin Seat's Warder.
Biography
The flames danced over the bright blade in reflection, gleaming in the fresh coat of oil. Sigmund smiled at the image, his damp cloth wiping off all but the slightest trace of oil. "See, Wilhelm? You must always make sure you leave little oil on the blade. Too much will attract and trap dirt, inviting rust. As long as you clean and oil your blades frequently, you cannot put on too little." He held his sword up, looking closely at it in the dim light afforded by the fire and the stars. Sigmund smiled. "If you care for your blade, it will care for you in battle." He gazed for a moment into his sword, Vaidinar Shaidar was its name. Barrier to the Dark. Memories of three battles against Trollocs were within the steel . . .
"But why are we heading to this Tower? Can't you train me better back at home?" Wilhelm whined. "Back there, the Blight is so close, there are enough battles to be fought there."
Sigmund sighed. That question seemed to be the anthem of this march. "Don't you remember?" He lectured again. "For a year now, the Blight has been completely quiet, thank the Creator. The Blightborder is amply defended, and I can best fight the Shadow elsewhere. Your training will continue wherever I lead." Glancing over Vaidinar Shaidar again, he nodded his approval. "A well-oiled blade should look like this. No pools of oil visible, but it's still there." He slid the large blade silently into its scabbard. "It's also a good idea to line the inside of a scabbard with wool, the wool is oily and will help protect the blade." He smiled at Wilhelm. He has a long way to go before becoming a warrior, but at least he listens to my lessons. "If I am not needed at the Blightborder, and the Creator has decided I will not channel, what better way to serve Him than to become a Warder, and help fight this Last Battle." He sighed, the disappointment of the Black Tower rose again. I was so sure becoming an Asha'man would be the perfect way to serve the Creator. The Dragon Reborn needs more numbers in his army.
"Why this Tower, though?" Wilhelm asked. "It's so much farther away than the White Tower. Smaller, too. They'd be able to train you as a Warder just as well as this Grey Tower, right?"
Taking his pipe from its padded box, Sigmund filled it with tabac and lit it. "The White Tower doesn't seem to support the Dragon Reborn. I have even heard rumors of some Light-blind Aes Sedai trying to attack the Black Tower. No, they don't seem to be doing the Creator's work." He puffed on his pipe in thought. "The Creator knows why. This one is obviously the true Dragon Reborn. The Stone has fallen, what stronger sign is there?" He shrugged and changed the subject. "Relax, Wilhelm. Once these travels are behind us you'll feel more settled. Not much further until we're there."
The flames of their small campfire died, the coals merely smoldering dimly. "You should get to sleep. I'll take the first watch." Sigmund said. Blinking, Wilhelm looked as if he was going to protest, but then failed to stifle a yawn. Sigmund shook his head and smiled. You lost the battle before you began to fight it. Wilhelm curled up inside his blankets, his dagger within reach. The boy wasn't very good with it, but there it was. He wasn't even old enough to earn the right to grow a topknot. Sigmund watched and listened. A wolf howled in the distance. Wolves, that's a good omen. His fingers danced over the hilt of his rapier. The sword was still a bit new, the blood of only five Trollocs were spilled by its bite, but it deserved the name. He still remembered when he got it, after finishing the first stage of his sword training. Has it only been a year? The Pattern works in mysterious ways. After all, here I am, only a year from my sword-day, and I'm heading off to become a Warder because the Creator doesn't need me at the Blightborder. Sigmund sighed. His place in the Pattern would be revealed when the time was right, he knew that. The Creator will guide me, He doesn't abandon His own.
In the past few years, Sigmund has not been absent from the Tower. Although he has faded into the shadows of public life, he has accompanied the Amyrlin Seat on all official errands. He has stood by her side, always ready to defend her against any threats. When she was captured by members of the White and Black Towers, Sigmund was forced back into public life. Defying the newly raised M'Hael, Sigmund swiftly raised an army to rescue the Amyrlin, and take bloody vengance against those who dared to harm her.
It was a long and bloody day, but Sigmund emerged victorious, making a vivid example of the traitors in hopes of discouraging any similar insults. Now that his daughter-in-law Saphire has Bonded a Sa'ji'alantin, Sigmund has taken it upon himself to train the boy to be able to keep up with her, and perhaps even defend her if she needs it. He still stands beside the Amyrlin ready to defend her. However, Sigmund is also increasingly aware of his own impending mortality and as a result he tries to remain in the background, protecting the Amyrlin with his spies and assassins before resorting to his personal steel. Sigmund knows that before too long he must make plans about who will protect the Amyrlin when he is gone, but who could possibly fill his boots?
Career History
- Drin
- Ji'val
- Gaidin
- Master of Training
- Master of Spies
- Master of Arms
- Master of Arms (second term)
- Blademaster
