Roxboro Heatherwood


Greetings, I am Roxboro Heatherwood a S'kra Mur Barbarian. I have lived my
entire life right in Crossing. I was somewhere in the middle of 5 adopted daughters raised by Elven parents in a modest cottage near the bank.  I was the only S'kra, I had 2 Elven sisters, 1 Dwarf, and 1 Human. All of my sisters have left the lands now except for me and Darrianna. Darrianna is an Elven Empath that lives in here in Crossing as well.

Growing up I was a happy child. My only struggle was learning that hissing when you speak is not the Elven way. My mother made me recite for hours on end until I could speak without hissing. Some nights I would be up hours after the other girls had gone to bed, crying and begging my mother to let me go to bed too I have never understood why it bothered her so much, I was after all, only doing what was natural for a child of my race to do.

My Father was a Barbarian. He hunted for skins to sell to make the coins that kept us clothed and fed. He also didn't not share my mother's distaste for my speech. This was a wonderful blessing. When I got old enough to wield a short sword without falling on my tail, my father would sneak me along on his adventures while Mother was still sleeping. From the very first attack on a ship's rat, I knew I would one day go before Agonar and take my place as a Barbarian. 349 years and I don't recall exactly how many days after the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer I did just that. At the age of 16 I left my family to become a full fledge Barbarian.

I spent most of my days and nights practicing my weapons skills and learning to maneuver in leather armor. I hardly ever took time to go back into town and visit my folks. All that time working did pay off. I advanced my abilities quickly until I came to a place in life where I felt that it matter more that I had some quality in my life, instead of just platinum and steel.

Having made that decision I stood with Valadimir Goodmyn,  the man who from the very early days  the year 350 was always at my side in battle and always in my heart, and exchanged vows before the gods in the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 357. Now my life is complete. I have everything I ever wanted as a child.

Of course there was this horrible evening I spent on the K'reela recently, but I have recovered completely from my ordeal and I really hate to complain, so perhaps that's a tale best left for another day.


Last Revised: 8/5/00