Fiona was born as the fourth of six children to Perry and Gladwyn Greenmound, a pair of farmers in the outskirts of Dunshire of Atlas. Ever since learning to read at the tender age of ten she has had an infatuation with words and playing with them. With her parents’ unquestioning support and encouragement – even though they considered themselves too simple to understand just how good her poetry was – she decided she would one day be a great poet, traveling around the world’s great cities and uniting all races in enjoyment of wonderful verbal art.
There was just one problem: Her poems were not actually good. In fact, they were bad. Really bad. While she had developed an extensive vocabulary relative to her age, she also possessed a non-existent sense of poetic meter, created contrived rhymes and used ill-advised metaphors. Probably the only reason she didn’t get booed off the stage at any Dunshire event she performed at was her youth. There were some halflings who took a bizarre, probably ironic liking to her works, though they were few and far between. Any negative feedback that reached her parents’ ears was relayed to Fiona in the form of claims that others just didn’t understand her genius, and as a result she did not believe what she heard first-hand either.
After the Blizzard and the settlement of Brandybrook in Arcas, what little popularity Fiona enjoyed diminished as she got older and the halfling kind had more important things such as rebuilding on mind. Now, at the age of 30, Fiona is ready to begin her journey, seeking the fame she feels destined to reach. She has decided to travel under the pen name of Wordwright, considering it much more appropriate for her.
