Aspirations Fail

Tellerian Hawke · Sep 15, 2022

Garindell is an orphaned Pelimonra, found in the woods as a baby, wrapped in a swaddling cloth, and placed inside a tall, sturdy, wicker basket. He was found, adopted, and raised by a Centrin couple, Bardok and Pernella Swiftshear. The Swiftshear family were gatherers, of little or no formal education, and as time passed, Garrindell found himself wanting a better life than that of a simple villager. His parents had named him Vardok (after his father) but as he grew, and heard the tales of the Southroad Seekers, he changed his name to Garindell, in imitation of his idol, Merindell. All of Garin's friends are also of the same ambitious nature; none of them want the quiet life of a common villager. However, despite his adventurous spirit, he is often at odds with his friends; Garindell is seen as a "stick-in-the-mud," because of how seriously he takes the prospect of being an adventurer. While his friends want to take off, throwing caution to the wind, seeking fame and fortune through brave deeds, Garindell is careful, and calculating. He is a maker of plans and maps and supply lists. His closest friend, Brock, wishes he would drink more beer.

Brock Stonefist is the son of a Bergbaulager mason by the name of Brollin Stonefist. Brock is a pale / lightly-tanned male Kozzog. Brock grew up with a myriad of friends, from all kinds of backgrounds and heritages, and like his friends, he yearns for a life of travel, adventure, and excitement. Thus, when he was of age, and feeling strong enough to fend for himself, he left Bergbaulager and found his way to Southroad Fair, where he immediately formed a new group of friends, again, with a diverse mixture of backgrounds and heritages. He is one of two pranksters in his immediate group of friends, and the butt of their jokes, more often than not, is Garindell, whom they have nick-named "Stick." (He is tall, thin, a miserable know-it-all, and an insufferable stick-in-the-mud; yet, he is also their loyal friend, so all of their picking is in jest.) Brock is an avid drinker of beer, preferring stouts and lagers. The only thing he likes more than drinking beer is fist-fighting. Brock is also interested in (bordering on obsessed with) the twin-hulled Hebrian sailing vessels that are guided by the wind; these craft have captured his imagination, and it is his future ambition to sail one of those vessels alone.

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Tellerian Hawke · Sep 21, 2022

Brock smiles as he downs the rest of his drink, and wipes the excess Pine Vine from his mouth.
He says, "Yes, yes indeed! Sounds like a great time! What do you say, Stick?"

Garin frowns, then grins, at Brock, "It won't be me that keeps us sitting here, idle, you drunken sloth. But if it's an animal that is smart enough to open a cage, i.e., an animal with sensitive hands, such as a Raccoon, then perhaps we should find some long branches that could be sharpened into makeshift spears? Those things are vicious, I would not want to get close to one."

Garin = 61
Brock = 60