Hershal has been spending most of his life in Dunshire, following the stereotypical Dunshire "properness" values. He was born into a family of halflings living out in Sutica at a early age, but later on decided to move to Dunshire, often due to wanting to enrichen himself in the halfling values. Hershal plows the fields, tends to the animals, makes food, and praises the Pumpkin Lord Knox almost every single day without fault, yet one day something peculiar happened.. Hershal found himself in the fields, farming the same as he did everyother day.. When he SAW what appeared to be a biggin' attacking a young woman. Hershel did what any halfling of the time would do!... Run the hell away. Yep, he didnt even think twice, turned and walked away.. But now he always carries a nice solid iron shovel, juuust incase someone tries messing with him.
Character Name: Hershal Eymander
Character Race: Halfling
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 45
Physical Description: A halfling male stands short at a small 2'10, holding onto a iron shovel with a defensive gaze most of the time.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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