Cory Oakenbarrel

Stout Halfling. Cleric. 3'2, 75 lbs 25 years,

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My name is Cory. Cory Oakenbarrel, and I come from the village of Songshire. Me mum is a bard, me da is long-dead, When I was a boy, mum would tell me stories of great dragons and of the elves. She would tell me stories of when the entire world was covered in ice! Can you imagine that? She would sing and dance, and she would make wonderful illusions appear from thin air! Whenever the town would hold great parties, I always loved the dancing and the drinking! I loved the stories that I always heard about magic swords and other planes, where the creatures were so different The folks in the village, well, they tend to tease me a little. They say I drink too much. Some of them call me Steinbottom because I always have a stein of mead or ale or beer. Whatever’s around, really. I do tend to get into a scuffle here and there. Because of that, some of them call me Battleweaver. Ma says pa was the same way. I get it honest, I guess. Come to think of it, I think that’s the reason ma made me become a cleric. Maybe she thought it would keep me straight? At least the clerics get access to the wine

Cory Oakenbarrel

The Fifth Age of Urth Battleweaver