Appearance
Brallyn is a female dwarf. She stands an average height for a dwarf, but she’s leaner from her travels. Her skin is a darker brown, her hair black, with wisps of white coming through, betraying her age. She wears trinkets in her ears, around her neck and braided throughout her hair. Trinkets she’s picked up on the road, from place to place. Some brightly colored and beautifully crafted. Some are more mundane and simple. Gathered from city and town, small village and traveling peddler from far off lands.
She travels with Donna, her pony. Donna is cream colored, and is spotted with chocolate brown spots. They travel light, Brallyn not wanting to load Donna down. Brallyn does ride, at times, but prefers to spend her time walking in step with Donna, sharing their travels on the road.
Background
Brallyn Snowcoat, now a Cleric of Fharlanghn, spent most of her life as a mason. Repairs mostly, of work crafted long before her time. Though, some time ago, maybe 12 years or so, her and some of her kin were employed to build a bridge that would allow faster travel between a human village and a larger town for trade purposes. The pay wasn’t remarkable, but neither was the expected workmanship. Function over beauty was what the humans were willing to pay for.
Sure enough, Brallyn and her fellow workers set about building. It was quick work, though she was sure it was good work too. An evening, near the close of the expected build, Brallyn stayed behind to embellish some of her work. Unexpected and unpaid, but Brallyn took pride in her work. As her kin set up in the tavern for the night, a traveler came to the foot of the bridge. He called out to Brallyn, complimenting the work. A thin man, wearing a heavy black cloak. Gaunt, even. He took a step across the bridge, and began to ask questions as to its making. Quizzing Brallyn on it’s workings and crafting. The purpose of this stone, and that. For one hour the gaunt man asked questions, Brallyn answering them. Perhaps she thought him an elder of the village, or a clerk from the town, inspecting her work.
As recompense for her patience, the man gave Brallyn a strange silver piece, marked with a curved horizon across the face of the coin, and an upturned crescent moon above it. He continued on his way, across the new bridge. Turning to Brallyn, he thanked her for her work. Much easier to travel these roads with good workmanship supporting them.
Whatever happened in the intervening years, Brallyn held on to that symbol, and was struck with a wanderlust herself. Now she travels everywhere and anywhere. Setting up small shrines to Fharlanghn along the road. She tries to do right by all those she meets and leave places a little better than how she found them. She tries to inspire others to travel the roads too. To see the whole and not just the little. She happily takes up with adventurers, finding them to be most open to traveling to far off places, or places that few others would dare. Brallyn has set out to travel, and it’s not always to the nicest of places that she feels compelled to go!
OOC:
Tell me if it’s lame or breaks canon and I’ll change some stuff.
Last edited November 6, 2020 6:53 am