Appearance

Physical Description

Very Large, Very Heavy

Body Features

• Vestigial tail

Facial Features

• Scar across my face

Mentality

Personal history

I was born at home (the forest of Aundun) and I’m the youngest with two older brothers. We where raised by our mom in a rundown shack (and that says a lot for firbolgs) because our dad abandoned us when we where young. My mother used to tell us bedtime stories every night, about heroes and I always enamored by them and wished that I could be something more than ordinary one day. However, I did have several friends growing up and I have generally happy memories about my childhood.
When I was about 33 I fell in love with Anleya, one of the most beautiful firbolgs in the forest and we’ve stayed together for over 20 years but after years of trying to get children without any success, we broke up. She is now a Laborour and has become quite successful.
When I was about 33 I fell in love with Anleya, one of the most beautiful firbolgs in the forest and we’ve stayed together for over 20 years but after years of trying to get children without any success, we broke up. She is now a Laborour and has become quite successful.
I continued my life and dedicated it to creation, building decent housing for everyone in the tribe (from sustainable materials only of course).
When I was about a century old, our village was attacked by the [enemy] and I helped rebuild it from the ground up. After the village was destroyed however a few firbolgs (including my oldest brother) didn’t want to stay in the forest anymore and decided to travel to a better place. After a few years my brother abruptly stopped sending me letters and I can only assume he died but how and for what reason (if any) I don’t know.
I spend lots of time exploring the woods and trying to help the plants and creatures grow and thrive and some of the trees I’ve planted when I was a kid still stand today. It was on one of those days where I was exploring the deeper parts of the forest to see if I could find some samples of the rare plants that grew there to see if I could let them grow in different places to increase their chance to grow when I stumbled through a magical doorway and that is where I first saw him in person: The Warden. A celestial stag that rules and protects the forest.
He asked me to be his voice, eyes and ears and to collect knowledge of the rest of the world. After I returned and explained what happened, the tribe referred to me as “The Voice” and I started my travels throughout the world on my quest to learn. I’m mostly left to my own devices with no interference from the Warden but sometimes I dread of the demands it will make when it does appear.

Personality

Social