Fenn met his end exploring the underground complex beyond Hell’s Gate. He was carried off as a delicious meal by an umber hulk.
Physical Description: Fenn is 5’9" tall, with short cropped, light brown hair. He is boyish enough to be cute, but manly enough to be attractive. He wears earth toned traveling leathers, and what appears to be leather armor. A broad sword hangs at his hip and several daggers dot his person. He is by all appearances a capable fighter. The only thing that would seem amiss are the two books hanging from his belt in traveling cases. “Diaries,” he tells the ladies with a wink, their hearts melting. “War journals,” he tells the men, a born leader, they think. But in truth, they are his spell books.
Backstory: Fenn grew up in a family of warriors. His father was technically a mercenary, hiring out his crew as bodyguards, escorts, bounty hunters, even touring a few dungeons now and then. But if there was a need, Fenn’s father would volunteer his services even if there was little to no pay involved. His mother, too, was a warrior and part of the merc company. Fenn was fed a heavy diet of weapons training and hand to hand combat and when he was of age, Fenn took up arms and joined the crew as well. He even liked it, fighting alongside his parents and the other members of the crew, his family, was pure joy.
But he always felt there was something missing. A few years went by and the family made their base of operations in Masulee. Within the community there was an old man who was always carrying around and studying books. Fenn had always been interested in reading, but his family didn’t see much use for it. Finally he got up the nerve to approach the man, who very kindly taught him to read and write.
One day, Fenn came to the old man’s house early and saw the strangest thing. The man’s house was cleaning itself! This is when Fenn discovered magic. The old man was terrified at first thinking his secret had been discovered, but Fenn was fascinated and only wanted to know more. The old man relaxed, but refused to teach him. “Seft is where you must go, my boy. If you want to learn the ways, go to the academy.”
Fenn thought long and hard. His family would never approve of this. It would break his father’s heart. “An Ironblood practicing magic! The poison of Jaraah!” No, it would not do. But Fenn was determined and decided to tell his family that it was time for him to strike out on his own. They couldn’t have been more proud. If they only knew.
