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Adventurer
and after the TPK: Fiddle Skipstone Halfling Ranger
Fiddle Skipstone is not your typical halfling. His parents were of mixed race. His father, Kendal Skipstone, was a strong warrior through and through of true Strongheart descent. His mother, Dyal Willberry, was a Lightfoot seamstress in a travelling show. They met in Luiren. And for 2 whole years they remained together. But like all Lightfoot halflings the road beckoned. So away the Travelling Willberries went. As a parting gift, Kendal gave their son, Fiddle, a masterfully crafted short sword. He had Dyal promise that someone would teach the lad its use.
So from the time, Fiddle could walk he dreamt of using his sword. The Willberries crossed many lands. By sea, by foot, and by wagon they roamed. The leader of the troupe was a ranger. He was the most admired figure in the camp. Breaking new trails, finding new lands, and living the life of constant travel and adventure, the halfling ideal. But it would be many years before Fiddle learned the way. His first stop was to help keep food on the table in another fashion. Fiddle had quick fingers and feet.
Fiddle part in the troupe was to collect things in their travels. Things people left carelessly unattended. Things they obviously didn't want. Things they wouldn't miss. Fiddle was a good collector. Eventually, the troupe reached the Dalelands. The land of more big people. But also the land of relatives. Fiddle's aunt was a legend. She was said to know the answer to almost any question. She was full of advice. And gave it freely. Something Fiddle admired. And her daughter, Pepto, was just as quick of wit. She and Fiddle enjoyed each other's company. Although, Pepto had all Lightfoot tendencies. She left home often and came back with grand tales.
One such tale was recent, this would be Fiddle's first great adventure. A dragon as big as a barn. Fiddle practiced his tracking techniques. He practiced with his sword. But years as a collector taught him, he favored the dagger more. And he practiced dressing wounds and game. When he was finally ready. Fiddle set off for Peldan's Helm.
Now that he was a ranger, Fiddle learned the truth. The life of a ranger is a difficult one. He was a solitary figure. He was disconnected from the rest of his family. He was denied the comforts of which he was accustomed. He missed them. For these reasons, he turned back to his old trade. And found himself in an Inn, The Man with Fire in his Hands, in Peldan's Helm. With winter's nasty truth wailing outside.
Fiddle Skipstone is not your typical halfling. His parents were of mixed race. His father, Kendal Skipstone, was a strong warrior through and through of true Strongheart descent. His mother, Dyal Willberry, was a Lightfoot seamstress in a travelling show. They met in Luiren. And for 2 whole years they remained together. But like all Lightfoot halflings the road beckoned. So away the Travelling Willberries went. As a parting gift, Kendal gave their son, Fiddle, a masterfully crafted short sword. He had Dyal promise that someone would teach the lad its use.
So from the time, Fiddle could walk he dreamt of using his sword. The Willberries crossed many lands. By sea, by foot, and by wagon they roamed. The leader of the troupe was a ranger. He was the most admired figure in the camp. Breaking new trails, finding new lands, and living the life of constant travel and adventure, the halfling ideal. But it would be many years before Fiddle learned the way. His first stop was to help keep food on the table in another fashion. Fiddle had quick fingers and feet.
Fiddle part in the troupe was to collect things in their travels. Things people left carelessly unattended. Things they obviously didn't want. Things they wouldn't miss. Fiddle was a good collector. Eventually, the troupe reached the Dalelands. The land of more big people. But also the land of relatives. Fiddle's aunt was a legend. She was said to know the answer to almost any question. She was full of advice. And gave it freely. Something Fiddle admired. And her daughter, Pepto, was just as quick of wit. She and Fiddle enjoyed each other's company. Although, Pepto had all Lightfoot tendencies. She left home often and came back with grand tales.
One such tale was recent, this would be Fiddle's first great adventure. A dragon as big as a barn. Fiddle practiced his tracking techniques. He practiced with his sword. But years as a collector taught him, he favored the dagger more. And he practiced dressing wounds and game. When he was finally ready. Fiddle set off for Peldan's Helm.
Now that he was a ranger, Fiddle learned the truth. The life of a ranger is a difficult one. He was a solitary figure. He was disconnected from the rest of his family. He was denied the comforts of which he was accustomed. He missed them. For these reasons, he turned back to his old trade. And found himself in an Inn, The Man with Fire in his Hands, in Peldan's Helm. With winter's nasty truth wailing outside.
I was just listening to the Wilburys this morning.
Actually, Djeta's were seriously edited due to her being at work and having to hide the fact that she's posting her various D&D characters histories on a message board instead of working on returns reports. 
