Brys
A young farmer from Farholme in the North Eastern corner of The Valley. He's well known among the villagers as a kind hearted lad, but with a fiery temper and a tendency to apply his strength to most problems.
Like many farmers, Brys is a follower of Pelor and wears his symbol around his neck.
Although he appears to know how to handle most martial weapons, he tends to favour using his long handled mattock as some sort of polearm with some efficiency.
Adventures
- Part of a group that discovered the Fox people statues, the buried Waldo Statues at Entatrataan. From there located Entatratanur which linked up the next set of builder locations: Andeshanantraan and Ikadeshdeshdeshdeshur. Saw a recorded vision of the possible downfall of the Builders on a White Crystals at Entatratanur.
- Next discovered the submerged builder object at The Meander and swam out to try and gain entry. Battled Guardian sentries beneath the the ruined temple to Ioun and found a stone sphere. Faced down hostile Goblin sentries and discovered the existence of The Mighty Goblin City of Qaratta
- Ventured West across The Plains and seeing the rebuild of Aldalorna and discovering Halda, the Creller Pass and the town of Creller. Battled with the undead while attempting to reach Heskaron's Tower and discovered the ruined Temple of Asteri below it. Was mortally wounded by the touch of a Spectre while retreating back to Creller but saved by the quick thinking of Dramble the Gnome. Reunited Manfred van Creller with the signet ring of his lost wife, Nerelle van Creller
- Worked out how to interpret the language of the Fox people and Children of Asteri with the help of Effi the druid.
Origins
That old bull was always a stubborn animal. Today it was refusing to move into the back field behind the farmhouse, despite the best efforts of the teamsters around it.
Brys looked up from the old stump he was digging out in what would be the new field and watched their futile attempts to move it. At first it was amusing, seeing the bull just refusing to move no matter the pulling or cajoling, and then it started getting frustrating. This was delaying all the work they needed to get through today. Without the bull in the right field, they wouldn't be able to get the cows out to pull the plough to prepare this field. He's worked solidly all morning to dig three stumps out already and they needed every minute of the short day light at this time of year to finish the job.
Dropping his mattock beside the stump, he walked over to the group and leaned on a fence post at the edge of the field.
"Need a hand Geth?" he called out to the lead teamster.
Looking as frustrated as Brys was feeling, Geth turned and threw his hands in the air "What are you going to do you big oaf? Carry him? If you think you can move him, move him." Geth, shook his head and handed over the lead attached to the ring through the bull's nose ring. "Be my guest"
Ducking under the fence, Brys walked over to the bull and stepped in front of it. "You going to move?" he asked it, looking straight at it. The bull looked back at him, its big liquid eyes giving nothing away.
He tried a light tug on the lead which the bull shook off, and then a harder one, returned back by the bull almost pulling him off his feet.
"You aren't going to drag him like that" Geth called out, a mocking crow in his voice. The rest of the squad around him chuckled, letting Geth lead the usual lighthearted teasing that was normal for the small group of staff that lived on the farm.
Brys shook his head and pulled again, again to have the bull pull back, snorting a foul breath at him. A buzzing in his head was starting to build up, frustration bubbling up into anger which suddenly cracked into action. "Come on, bloody thing! You're wasting the light." Giving up on the lead and dropping it he reached over, each hand grabbing hold of the seven inch horns curling out and forwards from the sides of bull's head. Suddenly threatened, the bull tried to pull its head back, eyes rolling, but was suddenly in a tug of war with Brys.
“Brys!” Alarmed, Geth called out, the team scattering around him to avoid getting trampled if the bull started moving.
“Are you moving?” Brys yelled at the bull giving it a huge wrench, not moving the near stonesweight of bull at all. “By Pelor I WILL MOVE YOU!” One huge pull more and the bull stepped one foot forward, then with a bellow, pulled back hard dragging them both back two steps reducing the one tiny bit of progress he’d made so far.
This was just too much for Brys, the buzzing in his head had become a raging clamour of anger throughout his body and with a roar his launched himself forward, crashing head first into the head of the bull. With a thud the front legs of the bull gave way before it, only held up by Brys seizing and yanking on its horns. Stunned, the bull stepped forward to avoid falling to the ground and then kept stepping as Brys continued to pull, leading in to the field and bolting the gate behind it.
The job done, Brys walked away back to the stump and picked up his mattock. He’d far too much to do for this sort of distraction.
