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As the halfling [[Shires]] culture is generally grounded in mundane reality, mysticism is unappreciated, and in fact Geffin was asked to leave because of his relative weirdness. | As the halfling [[Shires]] culture is generally grounded in mundane reality, mysticism is unappreciated, and in fact Geffin was asked to leave because of his relative weirdness. | ||
However, before he sadly left his beloved Shire near [[Cormire]], he accumulated a half-dozen followers who agreed to accompany him from the soft green rolling hills of the shire into the forests of the foothills to the east, beneath the shadow of the mighty [[Ozgarns]]. | However, before he sadly left his beloved Shire near [[Cormire]], he accumulated a half-dozen followers who agreed to accompany him from the soft green rolling hills of the shire into the forests of the foothills to the east, beneath the shadow of the mighty [[Ozgarn Mountains|Ozgarns]]. | ||
For the past 6 years, Geffin has spoken of his dreams to this rag-tag group, hunting squirrels, fishing, and gardening together in the woods, occasionally fleeing from bears, goblins, and orcs, and other hazards. It's a hard life; they are outcasts, but happy. | For the past 6 years, Geffin has spoken of his dreams to this rag-tag group, hunting squirrels, fishing, and gardening together in the woods, occasionally fleeing from bears, goblins, and orcs, and other hazards. It's a hard life; they are outcasts, but happy. | ||
Revision as of 20:02, 17 August 2008
Played by User:Johnm in Jess 2008 Fantasy Campaign.
Appearance
Standing barely 3' tall and weighing in at 30 lbs, Geffin is typical halfling size. He prefers a floppy hat, open-toed sandals, and simple hempen clothing that he makes himself. He often looks a bit scraggly from living in the woods, but has an Honest Face and smiles frequently.
Background
Geffin was a teacher and tailor for years. And then RELIGION began speaking to him. Or rather, the hallucinations/dreams/delusions began.
As the halfling Shires culture is generally grounded in mundane reality, mysticism is unappreciated, and in fact Geffin was asked to leave because of his relative weirdness.
However, before he sadly left his beloved Shire near Cormire, he accumulated a half-dozen followers who agreed to accompany him from the soft green rolling hills of the shire into the forests of the foothills to the east, beneath the shadow of the mighty Ozgarns.
For the past 6 years, Geffin has spoken of his dreams to this rag-tag group, hunting squirrels, fishing, and gardening together in the woods, occasionally fleeing from bears, goblins, and orcs, and other hazards. It's a hard life; they are outcasts, but happy.
