ROGUES GALLERY - Amos "Doc" Faust

 

Amos "Doc" Faust

AMOS "DOC" FAUST

NG Human Bard 8

Amos Faust was man of middling years when he met Davina of the Calladyr Sheehee. She was beautiful and youthful in appearance even though she had been born long before Amos had ever walked Primordia. He never understood why a Sheehee maiden would ever take interest in an old mountain savage like himself… but she had, and they were very happy together. Davina had borne him a son, who the locals know as Ransom, and they worked their small farm together. Then when young Ransom was only knee-high to a grasshopper Davina left them. Amos never knew why, perhaps she just grew bored when her “Sheehee wanderlust" beckoned to her. Or maybe it was “Old Scratch” what took her down to his black furnaces when she was off foraging for herbs for making medicinal poultices to sell in town. 

Whatever it was that took her from Amos she was well and truly gone and had been for nearly twenty years. Now Amos was an old man, but he’d taught Ransom all he knew. He taught him how to spin a tale and play a banjo, how to hunt, and how to fight. Amos’ crooked hands and stooped shoulders didn’t allow him to do much nowadays except to cook up a mighty fine ‘shine and make poultices to remedy what ailed folks. He is well-respected in Firefly Holler and has delivered most of the babies born there over the last 20 years or so and folks had gone to calling him “Old Doc Faust.” 

Ransom, on the other hand, had a bit of Old Scratch in him, but he was a good boy at heart. He’d taken to chasin’ after the young lasses and wrastlin’ and fightin’ the other young bucks in the Holler, but who hadn’t at his age? But Amos knew he wasn’t long for the world, and he could tell that the Sheehee side of Ransom was a callin’ to him and it was only a matter of time before the young'un would answer it

ROGUES GALLERY - Ainsley Kells

 

AINSLEY KELLS 

CG Human Bard 1

Ainsley Kells is a handful.  Ask anybody in Firefly Holler.  Just not when she's in earshot, 'cuz if she is she'll tell you rightoff that she's the most ladylike gal in her whole clan and then she'll give your ears a shot with the flat of her palm.

At sixteen years old, she's a bit older than most of the gals that've come to stay with Miss Cordie when they first rrive, but there is a very particular reason why the grayin' wise woman took her on.

'Cuz, even though everybody knows she's a wild'un, everybody also knows that Ainsley Kells is touched by the Old Ways.  She has the healer's knack and a singin' voice so angelic it would make even the most crotchety ol' dwarf shed a tear.  With several more years a' larnin' and a bit less sassin' and fightin,' she might one day measure up to be a fine wise woman.

No further sign's needed than to know that Miss Cordie's ol' blue-eyed hound dog, Teeter, is just as often found crawlin' through the brambles or a'gallivantin' along the streams with Miss Cordie's ward, than he is attendin' to his mistress.

The folk of Firefly Holler just hope Miss Cordie will be able to work some lastin' sense into the gal before all's said and done!

ROGUES GALLERY - Corda "Miss Cordie" Broome

 

CORDA "Miss Cordie" BROOME

NG Human Warlock 4 / Cleric (Nature) 3

They say Miss Cordie was touched, even as a young'un.  As she grew older, she always seemed to have a great bond with, and peculiar knowledge of, the Old Ways.

Her "peculiarity" ensured that she never found a proper husband, nor had any children of her own, but, from time to time, one of the local families would send their own "peculiar" young girl child to foster with her and see if the young'un, too, might be well-attuned to the Old Ways.  Most often, the young gal would grow out of her odd phase and return to her folks enriched with a bit of wisdom and, much to their relief, more suitable to a life of matrimony.  

And then, several years passed by since she'd had such a ward, and folk wern't sure Miss Cordie might ever take on another gal.

Even so, Miss Cordie was rarely alone at her homestead, with all her chickens and her energetic hound dog, Teeter, to keep her company.  

Teeter

And still today passin' folk often see her and Ol' Doc Faust sittin' on her front porch gabbin' and smokin' their pipes.

But all that upended recently when she took in another young gal, Ainsley Kells, as her ward.  The Kells had always been known as a wild bunch, and everyone in town agrees that Miss Cordie is goin' to have her hands full with that 'un!

All told, the folks of the Holler look to Miss Cordie as a respected wise woman and herbalist.  While most look to Doc Faust for their everyday poultices and tending to, when something ails them in the soul, they come a knockin' at her door.

Some even whisper that she is so invested with the Green that she entreats directly with the Lord of the Forest his self . . .