An unworldly halfling, brought up a priest's servant in a religious temple, who yearned for the freedom she saw in her nomadic Aunt & Uncle.
AGE 35 (Halfling’s reach adulthood at 20 & live til ~150 HT 2’ 7” WT 35lb EYE Brown HAIR Brown SKIN Pale CLOTHING Simple travelling clothes in earthy colours, plus green & blue which are the colours of her temple.
Relentlessly optimistic & curious. Spent so long in the temple, has little practical experience of the wider world.
Charity – Always try to help those in need, no matter the personal cost
Nature – The temple of the Yavannii Gods teaches that one should live in balance with nature
Owe a debt of gratitude to the temple who took in my family, 3 generations ago, to save them from a local uprising
Owe a debt of gratitude to the priest who encouraged my curiosity, even to the point of helping me to leave the temple
Became very attached to my Aunt & her family when they visited the temple in my childhood, leading to a form of hero-worship & a desire to join her & follow her nomadic lifestyle.
My curiosity leads me into trouble that my optimism blinds me to.
Tends to get over-excited, leading to rash thoughtless decisions.
Until recently, Liddin Vornwe Tosscobble lived a safe & sheltered life within a temple found in the foothills of the Mydgvimyr region. It was the only life Liddy had ever known & she was immensely grateful for it. She had every reason to be grateful – if the priests of the Yavannii Temple hadn’t taken the ragtag collection of halflings, which included Liddy’s own grandparents, under their protection during the Lorfhyld uprising of a century ago, Liddy herself would never have been born.
It was a good life too. She had always been well fed (& bored), healthy (& bored), surrounded by much loved family (& bored), with access to learning that she would never would have encountered otherwise (alright, that bit was often really interesting). She was safe. And really really bored. All she had to do in exchange for this ‘good life’ was work alongside her relatives to serve the priests & monks, & to help to maintain the temple. Apparently forever.
The limitations inherent in her circumstances, & the expectations that she be happy with her lot, chaffed terribly. She was grateful for everything she had, truly she was, but surely there was more to life than this? Surely her gratitude shouldn’t keep her from learning things other than those the temple had to offer.
Perhaps Liddy wouldn’t have felt so restless if she hadn’t, as a child, been given such a vivid glimpse of the outside when her Aunt Philomena visited. Auntie Phil had brought her man, Jasper, to be introduced to the family & to ask the priests to marry them in the sight of Yavanni Gods. She was so relaxed & confident. She was so free. Liddy’s childhood memories of the event weren’t so rose-tinted as to obscure the animosity between Auntie Phil & Liddy’s own mother, reinforcing in Liddy’s mind that leaving the temple was not to be contemplated at any age; it worse than just dangerous, it was ill-mannered!
Liddy had been friends with Istwe for years, since she had arrived to be inducted as a novice. Liddy recognised young Istwe’s anxiety & homesickness, & went out of her way to make her feel better. In return, Istwe recognised Liddy’s frustration for what it was &, as she rose through the ranks of the priesthood, made a point of affording Liddy whatever small freedoms she could. By the time Istwe was named Infirmerer 20 years later, Liddy had been educated on a wide range of (largely theoretical) subjects. Although more content now, Liddy still harboured a desire to go out to find her adventurous Auntie Phil & Uncle Jasper, & prove herself useful enough to join their nomadic family. And so, Istwe gifted Liddy the equipment she needed to journey outside the temple gates & ensured that she was taught to use them. Even as Liddy readied herself to leave, her family resisted all Istwe’s efforts to persuade them to be more supportive. Only the priests & monks came to wave Liddy off.