Born beneath the whispering canopy of Everbranch, Brenna Oakenhand entered a world where skill with a hammer and chisel, a deep understanding of the whispers of the wood, and a dedication to mastering one’s craft were more valued than gold. But from a young age, Brenna's spirit chafed against those hallowed traditions. She possessed the strength and resilience of her kin, but her heart yearned not for the quiet confines of the Deepwood's workshops, but for the wide-open expanse of the sky-sea, for adventures untold, for the stories whispered by those she found outside Everbranch's emerald walls.
Her parents, exasperated by her decades of haphazard failures in learning any traditional dwarven crafts, tried to channel her energy into becoming a member of the Deepwood Guard - protectors of their haven who stood against those foolish enough to threaten their peace. But even this duty felt too confined. She couldn’t bear the thought of patrolling the same shadowy trails day in and day out, when the very air seemed to vibrate with rumors of unexplored territories and clashing empires, an enticing chaos from which she believed would find her true purpose.
So she left. Not in an angry burst of youthful rebellion, but with a grin, a promise to visit when she became as strong as those legends passed between dwarves during long summer nights, and embarked on the skyways in hopes that there were stories of her own making out here waiting for a protagonist to walk forward into history's song.
Finding her true calling as a mercenary for hire, she provided protection for caravans traveling on foot through territories where airship transport was deemed too dangerous or expensive. Her imposing figure, combined with the glint of steel in her eyes and the booming laugh, made her both a formidable guardian and a surprisingly charismatic travel companion, a living tale spoken between guards in every stop along her chosen roads.
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