Separated from her family at a very young age, Velath-Ku wandered around in the woods for several days, crying and yelling for her family. Malnourished and weak, she finally collapsed in a clearing, not knowing what she should do. Luckily for her, she was found by a kindly dwarven hunter by the name of Yorgen Gravelstone. Yorgen scooped up the young bugbear girl and took her back to his small farm. He nursed her back to health and cared for the the girl. Not knowing what to do with the her, he put out word to the surrounding villages about what he had found. He hoped word would get around and he could reunite her with her family. But word never came back to him. Deciding he would take care of the little one, he nicknamed her Small Fur, and she helped him around the farm. As she grew up under the care of her adoptive father, he taught her to hunt and fish and take care of herself. His soldier friends took a liking to the little bugbear, as she followed him everywhere he went. As she got older, they began to teach her how to handle herself in a fight. She found she was very adept at fighting two-handed style. Even though she wasn't like them, she never felt more happy than when her father and his friends taught her to fight. And fight she did. And grow she did. By 12 years old, she was almost double the height of her foster father. And her reach with her twin weapons was something to behold. She could hold back even the most seasoned of her father's friends, and they would revel with joy when she was able to take down and disarm them with ease. She was part of their family.
Years went by, and as Small Fur grew older, Yorgen grew older as well. He began to grow weaker, and Velath-Ku started doing the chores around the farm. She took up the mantle of hunter/gatherer in the house. Finally, around her 15th birthday (or the anniversary of when Yorgen found her) Yorgen laid down to rest, but never woke up. For nearly 400 years, Yorgen Gravelstone was a fixture in the community. But now he was gone. The surrounding villages came to pay their respects for the kindly dwarf and his adopted daughter. As they laid him to rest, Small Fur decided she would try to take care of the farm. Hopefully she would do Yorgen proud. For two years, she tended the farm as her father had taught her. Occasionally, she would take small jobs for her neighbors, helping escort them on hunting trips, or accompany them when they would travel into the city to sell their crops, and she would sell her crops or furs she gathered on her hunting trips. She was happy, but began to grow restless. Thoughts of her natural family began to fill her mind. What were they like? Were they alive? Did they miss her?
One night, during a fitful sleep, her dreams were of her mother. She looked into eyes that matched hers. She recognized the face, but her name escaped her. Weeks went by and the dream began to come more frequently. Finally, she decided that the farming life wasn't for her. Besides, without Yorgen, her house was empty, and the memories, while happy, made her sad. Talking to some of the locals, she decided to sell the farm to one of her neighbors for 200 gold. Packing what belongings she could carry, along with a small painted picture of her father, she began to set out on her journey. The community gathered at the farm to see her off. Mal Berk, the local weapon maker and blacksmith presented her with two strong and beautifully made scimitars with custom made sheaths, the image of her father burned into the leather. She bit back her tears and bid each and everyone farewell. They told her should she ever return, that she would always have a place to stay. With that, she set out on the open road. With one foot in front of the other, she walked into the big wide world. Maybe she would find her family, maybe she wouldn't. But it wasn't going to stop her from exploring the open world before her.
Small Fur wandered for months, and she was happy. She met the farmers around the land. She traded her assistance for the occasional sack of supplies, or a warm barn to set down for the night. Winter began to come on and traveling became harder. She still had plenty of money left from the sale of her farm so she found a small town with an inn, hoping she may be able to buy a few months residence at the tavern inn. As she walked in out of the chill winter winds, all heads turned towards her. She smiled politely, offering greetings to the denizens as she passed. She walked up to the bar and order water and a bowl of whatever the stew she smelled cooking. As she pulled back her hood and began to eat her meal, she suddenly felt a sharp, painful strike in the back of her head. Her vision flashed bright white and then turned to blackness. When she finally came to consciousness, she found herself down in a large, round wood and stone pit, with a red soaked sand floor. A voice boomed high above her as she looked around in confusion "IT APPEARS OUR NEXT GLADIATOR HAS FINALLY WOKEN FROM HER NAP! WHY, SHE'S SO FIERCE, SHE CHOOSES TO SLEEP BETWEEN HER KILLS!" Not sure what to do, she pleaded with the barker that she didn't wish to fight, but it appeared she had no choice........
Awesome backstory! She sounds like a very fun and interesting character.
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Thank you. I've had a lot of fun making her. Constanly tweaking and re-tweaking until I had her just right. And when I made her mini on Heroforge I knew I was done.
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Separated from her family at a very young age, Velath-Ku wandered around in the woods for several days, crying and yelling for her family. Malnourished and weak, she finally collapsed in a clearing, not knowing what she should do. Luckily for her, she was found by a kindly dwarven hunter by the name of Yorgen Gravelstone. Yorgen scooped up the young bugbear girl and took her back to his small farm. He nursed her back to health and cared for the the girl. Not knowing what to do with the her, he put out word to the surrounding villages about what he had found. He hoped word would get around and he could reunite her with her family. But word never came back to him. Deciding he would take care of the little one, he nicknamed her Small Fur, and she helped him around the farm. As she grew up under the care of her adoptive father, he taught her to hunt and fish and take care of herself. His soldier friends took a liking to the little bugbear, as she followed him everywhere he went. As she got older, they began to teach her how to handle herself in a fight. She found she was very adept at fighting two-handed style. Even though she wasn't like them, she never felt more happy than when her father and his friends taught her to fight. And fight she did. And grow she did. By 12 years old, she was almost double the height of her foster father. And her reach with her twin weapons was something to behold. She could hold back even the most seasoned of her father's friends, and they would revel with joy when she was able to take down and disarm them with ease. She was part of their family.
Todd A Whetstone
Awesome backstory! She sounds like a very fun and interesting character.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Thank you. I've had a lot of fun making her. Constanly tweaking and re-tweaking until I had her just right. And when I made her mini on Heroforge I knew I was done.
Todd A Whetstone