ashdero

I was born and raised in a quaint village in the depths of the woods. My memories are faint of this villlage, for I was only 10 when inferi attacked Arcas and wiped out my entire family. I remember being hidden inside of a tree and told to keep quiet, but when I came back out the village was burned to the ground. Thinking I was one of the only survivors, I ran away and travelled across the sea to Almaris, working through my trauma of the massacre. The only information I ever knew was that my father’s name was Grutgrar Woldbranch and was the High Chief of our village. I have distant memories of an older sister named Yazmorra who was extremely curious and cunning, but nothing more. 

I have been on the roads of Almaris for most of my life since the village was devastated, until I stumbled upon Hozzorra Oakenstone, who has been my travel companion and only friend. She helped raise me and taught me how to harvest herbs. The way we managed alone for so long was by growing and selling rolled herbs, specifically cactus green. On one of our deliveries, we heard word of a place surrounded by large hills, jagged peaks of mountains and vast fields of crops where other forest dwarves may live. We have been travelling toward the mountains of Urguan ever since, to find more of our kin and better understand our culture.