Temple van Bommel
Where I grew up, the walls are thick and covered in alabaster. My childhood was harmonized with quiet chants of praise to Divine Providence and Their Servant, St. Gryllid of the Burgundy Cross. It was scented with flowers; wheat and potatoes and onions …
The men I trained in the army would tell you many things about me. Difficult, demanding, sharp-tongued, short-tempered. Hell, my superiors would tell you that as well. During the war, they kept me on because as difficult as I am, I'm the reason those men …
"Nimble-hands, as one would expect from the half-folk. Not that I've got nothing to steal."
[[:kalvin-bitterleaf | Kalvin Bitterleaf]]
-2 uses of adventuring gear (damaged in escape from troll)
Kessig Von Wolfe
*Tell:* A series of tribal tattoos on his face, one for coming into his power, one for each Land he mastered, and one for every animal whose essence he has studied.
I am Merritt, one Sister in the ranks of the Swordmaiden.
I was not always called so.
In days long past in Whithollow, east of Titan's Pass, there was a man with a beard black as coal and eyes blue as cornflowers. He courted a woman, fair and …