Race: Cethers (Halfling to the non-enlightened)
Age: 25
Gender: male
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: A few hairs shy of 4 foot
Weight: Approaching 50 lbs.
Hair: Medium length curly blonde
Eyes: Grey
Build: A tall robust build by halfling standards. His clan has always been amoung the taller of the Folk, but Ronan is the tallest of the Shire.
HISTORY
Ronan was born in the standard Burrow. His folks were the farmer type, a life the young Cether had started to take up. That is when he was not out sneaking a smoke form his grandfathers pipe, and sharing a few drinks and stories with the other youths. It was the simple life that the Folk had loved and taken for granted for several generations. That was until thier lands were ravaged by the demon hordes of Jalath. The terrible creatures came to the small village and sacked and burned. Most burrows were demolished, and all the crops were sure to be laid to ash.
As the whole village took up arms to battle the cursed creatures, the heroic Monks of the Sunn Monestary arrived. They flew through the air, fist glowing anf feet moving as fast as lighting. It was a sight to behold. The proud Cethers were able to turn the battle around and slay the fersome beasts that did not escape. The small group of Monks stayed and help the Folk rebuild, and replant. Thier skills in healing helped bring a few Cethers back from death's door, and one of those men saved was Ronan's father.
Being impressed by thier skill and genersousity the young blond Cether pledged his loyalty to them and thier cause. He then traveled back to the Monestary to begin his training to become the first cether of his burrow to become a monk, perhaps the first ever.
~ That is the way the story is told by Ronan's long winded father, now healthy as ever thanks to the Monks. Truth be told, the demons were a small orc and goblin raiding party that found the burrow to be a 'fun' diversion. The three young monks were not fully ordained, but were on thier own adventure when fate had brought them near the village during the attack. The raiders did destory a portion or the fields and tossed a few halflings into the ponds while taking a heafty supply of the Cether ale. Though the resourceful creatures had more buried in the CaskHaus. As Ronan's father had his wounds treated (Cuts and bruises gotten trying to scramble under a briarbush that was a little too tight) he listened to the tales the young monks told. Of thier Order, and of the skills and adventures of thier Masters. It was due to this that the young determined Cether decided to join Order. Though the Monks took it as a joke at first, knowing the ways of the lil folk, they soon acknowledged the ernest drive in the tall halfling.
It was then that they allowed him to follow along and pledge himself at the Monastary.
Starting package SoF SoF2
Basic Meditation (-800 gc)
Room at the Monastery ( - 100 gc )
Antique Pipe and big pouch of tobacco from Grandfather (Family Heirloom)
Personal Effects (Tolietries, Set of Clothing of his choice, Food for a Cycle)
1 Big Waterflask
Imperial Visa
Cheap Dagger
600 gc Starting Coin
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