Arthur Littlesong

Halfling / Bard/Ranger

Submitted character story

You are the hero who talks their way through danger with a Silver Tongue, then picks up the sickle when words fail. The mist that dragged you to Misthaven taught you that performance is survival, charm is armor. You came to prove something, and that weight never lifts, even when the table laughs at your jokes. They will remember the halfling who made them smile and bled quietly where no one could see.

Defining moment: The night that I was walking to a jester gig and was overtaken by mist that took me to Misthaven 

Came to prove something