Post by dravyn on Jul 15, 2020 23:48:59 GMT
Dravyn was born into peasantry in a rickety, worn down, dirty little village. The kind of village easily looked over if looking to trade or collect taxes as there was nothing to collect but dust, twigs, and over-used tools. The village was able to keep itself going, but in some cases by little more than hope and a prayer.
Dravyn's father was the local woodsman and carpenter. He would spend many days building up his supplies of wood before spending several more turning them into rudimentary furniture, village defenses, and mending supplies for the dilapidated buildings. Dravyn would often work with him and learned quite a bit by watching before he was ever allowed to touch his father's tools. His father taught him types of trees and their best uses, how to cut the perfect pieces from them for the job. He also taught him the benefit or saving the best pieces for special tools and projects and how to keep his tools in good condition by repairing them and being on good terms with the smith.
Dravyn's mother was quite the home-maker. She had a good sized vegetable and herb garden that she would use for food and healing. She prayed at least once a day to a rickety table with a bowl on it. Dravyn didn't know much what it was for, but his mother told him that it helped her connect to Fo. Dravyn was smart enough to know who Fo was, but doubted her "connection" as it seemed a bit far-fetched that a deity would bless anyone from this village. She was able to call upon Fo in times of dire need when her poultices were not enough to heal someone, but it wasn't reliable and Dravyn was never around to see any of it so he dismissed it as either the herbal concoctions taking their time to start working or mere luck.
Dravyn's village was decimated in the last battle. He was lucky to survive, but with few skills, few tools, and even fewer supplies he was a wary newbie in the world as he sought to find his place in this new and frightening world.
Dravyn's father was the local woodsman and carpenter. He would spend many days building up his supplies of wood before spending several more turning them into rudimentary furniture, village defenses, and mending supplies for the dilapidated buildings. Dravyn would often work with him and learned quite a bit by watching before he was ever allowed to touch his father's tools. His father taught him types of trees and their best uses, how to cut the perfect pieces from them for the job. He also taught him the benefit or saving the best pieces for special tools and projects and how to keep his tools in good condition by repairing them and being on good terms with the smith.
Dravyn's mother was quite the home-maker. She had a good sized vegetable and herb garden that she would use for food and healing. She prayed at least once a day to a rickety table with a bowl on it. Dravyn didn't know much what it was for, but his mother told him that it helped her connect to Fo. Dravyn was smart enough to know who Fo was, but doubted her "connection" as it seemed a bit far-fetched that a deity would bless anyone from this village. She was able to call upon Fo in times of dire need when her poultices were not enough to heal someone, but it wasn't reliable and Dravyn was never around to see any of it so he dismissed it as either the herbal concoctions taking their time to start working or mere luck.
Dravyn's village was decimated in the last battle. He was lucky to survive, but with few skills, few tools, and even fewer supplies he was a wary newbie in the world as he sought to find his place in this new and frightening world.