Firdri Polen
Firdri Polen
Outside of Centerville, the Enclave’s capital, a halfling named Firdri Polen was born. His lineage is one deeply entwined with the merchant class—his father a well-known spice trader and his mother a venerated maker of magical trinkets, a middling level Task Mage. Firdri grew up adjacent to the cacophony of urban life living just out of Centerville, but well within its influence. Much as his life was lived adjacent to the largest town of the region. He found his haven adjacent to the interest of his parent’s work. The wafting aroma of exotic spices drove him to embrace what they could be melded into. He wanted to create. His mother’s work seemed a bore, but he learned much from her and her peers. He bent his talent and skills to include the influence of both. He however ebraced the clangor of brass pots and pans. He found a passion in the creation that happened in a kitchen.
With the dexterity befitting one who is magically inclined, Firdri sought to master not wand-waving incantations but the culinary arts, tweaked with some mystical assistance now and then. He dreamed he could conjure a spice blend so enchanting that even the most discerning palate would be spellbound. However, unlike his mother’s peerage obsessed with hoarding ancient spells and secrets, Firdri viewed magic as a tool, not a calling. To him, it was the sauce, not the main course of life. Further, he wasn’t amicable to the idea of simply being a middle-man in the preparation of kitchen delights like his father.
Blessed with dark blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires, and mousy-brown hair that framed a slightly doughy yet appealing face, Firdri was the epitome of halfling charm. His constitution belied his love for food; the young chap was slim, yet strong, especially for one of his size, standing but three feet tall and weighing a 52 pounds, plus or minus depending how much tasting was required in his last attempt a culinary masterpiece.
While Firdri's parents continued to toil at their respective trades, young Firdri honed his culinary and magical skills, cooking at local inns and guild feasts. But living in the shadow of a grand city and the comfort of familial prosperity, Firdri yearned for a name that was distinctly his own. He envisaged a future where he'd regale patrons with tales of yore and dishes of extraordinary flavor in an inn he'd call "Firdri's Feast."
Yet life's broth is not always seasoned to one's liking. The wealth and comfort afforded by Firdri's merchant family came with its own perils—a predisposition for lavish expenditures. As Firdri mingled with nobles and craftsmen alike, his fiscal ledger tilted ever closer to insolvency. The lad found himself in a quagmire of debts, chasing coin as if it were a rare ingredient for his next culinary masterpiece.
Adept in the art of social finesse, Firdri employed his network of acquaintances as astutely as he did his spices. His debts were like hot potatoes, ever shifting hands, yet never quite disappearing. Nevertheless, it became clear to Firdri that he could not stew in his circumstances forever. Thus, with the hope of Adventures yet to come and the dream of an inn of his own, he decided it was time to add a dash of excitement to his life's pot.
For Firdri, the barriers surrounding the Enclave are starting to feel less like protection and more like limitations. The news that some are planning to venture out of the Enclave thrills and terrifies him. Firdri begins to consider a monumental choice: to remain within the comforts and constraints of the Enclave or to join those who wish to venture out, opening himself to both unprecedented risks and unparalleled opportunities.
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Keen on magery and food, not keen on being a task mage. Desires to adventure to gain prowess, ability, and stories to build a lively following to run an tavern in his retirement years.
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