Fiomar: Grop

You are Grop, a Halfling Ranger of the Free Tribes. Your small stature belies your skill with a bow and your ability to survive in the harsh wilderness of Fiomar. Years of tracking and hunting have honed your senses, allowing you to detect even the subtlest signs of danger. You stand at the edge of Dozova, a small village on the border of Lukomorye. The eternal winter has left deep snowdrifts against the wooden buildings, and smoke rises from chimneys into the grey sky. Tension hangs in the air - the villagers have grown increasingly frustrated with the Council of Elders' inability to protect them from the Snow Queen's raids. From your vantage point, you can see the village's defensive wall has been damaged in recent attacks, its wooden palisades splintered and broken. A gruff voice calls out from behind you. "Grop!" It's Ivan, a grizzled human warrior who's been your ally in these troubled times. His lined face shows concern as he approaches through the snow. "The scouts are reporting movement in the mountains. Ice Giants, heading this way. We need to warn the village."