Halfling Barbarian, 22, Chaotic Good


Barbarian Stout Halfling, Chaotic Good


As the churches and government began to turn again magic users, so did the people. Fearing violence for what they know, some magic users chose to flee deep into the wildness.
Corrin had neither the gifts nor the interest to learn his secluded parents’ abilities. Rather than worry with the spellbooks or components, the boy would slip outside to wrestle the local bears and run with(or, inevitably, far behind) the deer. When his parents passed away from nature-induced causes while he was still young, he had no desire to pick up their wands and magical instruments. Instead, he left for the Annwyl’s druid clan.

One thing Corrin knew was that he would not going to live out his life like a coward with only the trees for companions as his late parents did. He was not particularly sure how to go about this, but he figured odd jobs and acquiring battle glory were as good starting steps as any.

Not that his sudden introduction to civilization went well. Corrin had little understanding of material wealth; a freshly skinned dear was worth infinitely more than some shiny coins, and if he came across one, Corrin would have been quick to pay a diamond for a night at the inn. Social etiquette was tiring and foreign to him, but he was willing to work with or for anyone, especially if Annie liked them.

His primary goal in life, even above his desire to find carve a place for himself in the world, was to stay with Annie throughout his life. This goal was achieved, just not as he had hoped.


Adventures in Iyith Noelysm