The Fox From The North

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

 

It had been a long, hard journey, trekking with a band of Elves (miners and woodworkers, goodhearted and simple people) as far north as their carts, horses, and tired feet would carry them. Though the struggle was hard, and the days -the nights more so- long, after several months, the group found themselves in places no sentient eye had seen before. The land was unforgiving, treacherous, and cold. Glyn himself, only 16 years old at the start of his journey, was sent in order to help protect the miners mainly, to keep them out of harms way as they seeked out riches from the land. And so he did just that, using his sword to stay the hands of the wild beasts of the north. 

 

For ten years, the boy grew into a man in the snow and mountains. Yet, as time oft tells, adventures must stop at some point. The band gathered their things, their piles of gold and silver and rubies and many other precious treasures, and made their way south. 

 

Were it not for the clothes on his back and the tone of his skin, one might think that Glyn Bedevere was a fox. He had the hair for it, a handsome shade of auburn, and he was quick and nimble on his feet, just like the little red devils were. He was clever and playful at heart, just like a fox. And so it was that on this cool spring morning, this fox-like man found himself back in the land of the living; away from the cold, harsh far-north, and back into the land where his people lived. 

 

OOC: Just a little introduction to my new character, Glyn Bedevere, for anyone who cares to read it!

[Dohvi 622]

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