halflings

Allir Reach - Greyhome "Fighting pits?" Sibylle asked with a tilt of her head, looking down on the halfling who swept his mug from the table and took a deep swig of his ale. She had come to Greyhome only a few hours ago, taken a room here at the Forlorn Rose and then proceeded to mingle as...

Bard Biographical information Birthplace I wasn't born, I materialized when the Gods decided that the world needed something beautiful. Born Died Age How old would you l Home ...

Deep in the Falwoods… The company of soldiers trudged along the worn trails between the oaks and pines with forlorn weariness, their chests heaving slow, steady breaths. Those on foot were particularly worn, as one could tell by their slouching appearances and low cast gazes. Their chain mail...

Somewhere off in the distant valleys, quiet and peaceful and secluded from the rest of Arethil, the smallfolk of Oak Valley went about their day. Farmers tended to harvest of green-leafed vegetables, children played through the flowering meadow, a herder watched over his flock. The sun beamed...