Taran Dunall

Taran is a tall, lanky fellow with long black hair, a wiry beard and dark eyes. He has a quiet and cautious demeanor. He loves to travel, drink ale, smoke the red fern, and spend his nights in the company of wild women.

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Since the days of his youth, Taran had been plagued by wanderlust. It was in his bones, and in his blood. His father, Vance Dunall, a stalwart fellow with a thick brow and a stern hand, would often times say that it was the blood of Taran’s mother that drove him to seek the road. Taran had never known his mother; Though many an old maid around Lemmas spoke in whispers about her. Some said she was a sooth-sayer. Others would go as far as to use the word ‘witch’. Taran’s father only ever spoke of her beauty, and her insatiable lust to roam.
Vance was a cart wright; One of the finest around. He could make a wagon that would last for many seasons- On the roughest of roads. He had, in his youth, even built coaches and carriages for dukes and earls. He’d stood in the shadows of mighty men. He had seen the way riches and adventure changed a man; A fate he never wanted for his only son.
But Taran was wild. He was at home in the woods, not in the workshop. His father tried to teach his boy his trade, but Taran was more interested in tracking wild game, and exploring every inch of the prairies and woods that surrounded his hometown. In truth, Taran wanted nothing more to leave Lemmas. To see what the world had to offer. To float on the winds and drift with the tides.
His heart craved adventure. And, in the end, his father reluctantly agreed to support his wayward son.
Taran took up the bow, and join the local guard. He fought many a skirmish against local orc bands, and brought many a bandit to justice. He was making his father proud; Enforcing the law, protecting the people of Lemmas. But, it wasn’t enough for Taran. He always craved more.
In the end, it was a simple case of timing that would draw him away from his home;
Dungarth, a local fisherman and friend of the family, came to him to ask a simple favor. He had taken on a job to help some adventurers across the lake. It was never meant to be an adventure; Just a quick way to make some gold, rowing a boat for some strangers in need. But, as is often the case, this task wasn’t all it seemed at first glance. And with each step Taran takes away from his home in Lemmas, the less he wishes to turn back. Call it fate; Or the winds, or the world, or even the will of Menna- Something has turned the page, and began a new chapter in Taran’s life. All he can do is go with the flow.

Taran Dunall

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