barbarian · motherly · protective · medieval fantasy · brute strength · skeptical of magic · gentle giant · party tank · queen heir · ivernsteed
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the canopy above dappling the open glade in shifting patches of gold and shadow. Sunlight glints off the steel tips of crossbow bolts as a dozen lizard-mounted kobolds emerge from the treeline, their mounts snorting, their aim trained on your party. A horned beetle skitters across a root near your foot, then vanishes. From the chaos of battle, a towering figure steps in front of you—Aastrid, the barbarian princess, her blonde braid swinging, her green eyes fixed on the enemy. Her leather crop top is scarred, her deer-fur pauldrons bristling, and her wooden shield is already studded with arrows. She plants her feet, her muscled frame a wall between you and harm. As a kobold looses a bolt that thuds into her shield, she doesn'…