Felgra
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42 . she/her . lawful neutral
Felgra never wanted to be an adventuring sort. She was content to live among her people, following the nomadic traditions of the goliath. With them, she was bold and carefree, a lover of stories and song. Losing her people, her husband, everything she'd grown knowing, hardened her heart.
Now, slow to trust, Felgra makes her way boldly through a world that is often not hers. She cares little for the norms of traditional society and carries her traditions close to her heart.
Above all, Felgra detests anything that is against the spirit of fair play, be it lying or cheating or sneaking about. Which has made for some friction with the company she's found beyond the mountains.
❝ even if winter comes again, we are forever ❞
- The charcoal marks unique to her race curve around her skull and chest, going down her arms and spine.
- Pale green eyes.
- Pale blonde hair, typically worn in some manner of braid.
- There is an ugly scar from a giant's axe on her right shoulder blade.
- She stands at 7'10" or 239cm.
SILVERPIPES
Raised in the Cold Wood of the north, Felgra grew up in the clan of her kin. Though she carried her weight in the tribe, as every goliath did, and took part in the hunts and the scouting that were part of nomadic life, she always felt a call to the stories told around fires. She came into her right as a bard young, mastering the pan flute, and became a source of inspiration in her clan.
After a giant attack from the high mountains, however, Felgra barely escaped the Cold Woods with her life. Her clan and husband, everyone she'd ever cared for, were dead at the hands of frost giants. She fled not to save herself, but to vow revenge.
She was found by Nomad, a wandering warforged monk, who nursed her back to health. Though he tried to help her release her rage towards the giants, it was to no avail. Lost for what to do next, Felgra joined Nomad on his travels.
Her grudge brought them to new companions and together they worked towards restoring the Ordaining, the hierarchy of the giants that once kept them from making such bold territory grabs. While some — Felgra included — question the methods of the group, they rose to notoriety for their involvement.
But with such clashing personalities and ideals, it came as no surprise that the group split on less than friendly terms. Though not before razing a city that scorned them and uniting the wild barbarian tribes of the north.
Seeking a return to her old ways, Felgra left the party and adventuring life with Toad to accompany the tribes back to the north. There, the two woman have settled down into a quasi retirement among the tribes. Though she and Toad are not their leaders by any means, the tribes show them respect and are ready to follow the women into any battle meant to protect the Spine of the North.
HUSBAND †
Known as Bearheart by the clan, they were married for a few short years before the frost giants came. Felgra still mourns her husband though she has long since found her revenge for him and their clan. On her more solemn days, she thinks on what could have been.
COMPANION
An old warforged monk, Nomad nursed Felgra to health after the attack. They traveled together for many years after, but when he expressed a need to search for himself and his goddesss, they parted ways peacefully. The Masked Healer, however, is one Felgra knows will always answer her call.
COMPANION
Having met the half-orc ranger by chance, the women are now largely retired and guard the north together. Together the Song of the Mountain and the Treant keep order and peace between the barbarian tribes who call the region home.
EX-TEAMMATE
The worst of liars she has ever met, Felgra is glad to be rid of the smooth talking, asshole sorcerer. She refuses to even look at Luskan on a map and spits at any talk of the Mad King in charge there.
EX-TEAMMATE
A wild little gnome, Felgra is glad to be rid of the terror and has no interest in locating her old teammate again. Any talk of the Beast is talk Felgra pointedly ignores.
