Mara Goodbarrel

Mara Goodbarrel possesses a slow but steady physical condition, her plump 3’1” frame exuding a grandmotherly softness honed by decades of healing in Applecall’s, her gentle touch a balm to the weary. Her wrinkled hands, marked by years of cooking and tending her garden, tremble slightly with age, while a limp from her 80 years slows her step, yet her warm brown eyes shine with a wise resilience that guides her faith. At 80, her fair skin, dotted with age spots, carries the weight of her past, but her sturdy posture enables her to cast healing spells with a tender grace, embodying the devotion to Gwinthia, Kintar, and Fidelis.

Mara Goodbarrel’s apparel and accessories embody her nurturing halfling faith, featuring a flowing robe of warm amber and earthy green adorned with embroidered wheat stalks and hearth motifs honoring Gwinthia and Kintar, tailored to ease her plump 3’1” frame and limp. Her soft sandals, worn smooth from years of wandering, complement a wool shawl dyed in seasonal hues that drapes over her shoulders, offering warmth while a satchel slung across her chest holds snacks, a waterskin, and a small prayer book with pressed flowers, its pages worn from use. A wooden token with Fidelis’s paw print hangs from a cord around her neck, a cherished symbol of protection that guides her gentle ministry as she wanders.   GENERAL EQUIPMENT

• Cleric pack: Bandages (10), Holy symbol, holy water (1), parchment (2), ink and quill, 1 week rations, tinderbox, waterskin (Weight: 18.3 lb)
• Camp Cook Kit: Iron pan, iron pot, Fire grate, mess kit, common spices, dried meat (2lb), standard rations (5 days), teapot (Weight 23 lb)

Mara Goodbarrel was born on Frostmoor 1, 2407, in Applecall’s Gwinthia’s Hearth District, where the scent of apple blossoms and the laughter of harvest festivals filled her early years, her warm brown eyes sparkling with a gentle curiosity as she played among the orchards. Raised amidst the familial warmth of her hamlet kin, she learned the rhythms of community life, her plump hands soon wrinkled from cooking hearty meals, until a priestess took her under her wing, teaching her the healing arts and devotion to Gwinthia, Kintar, and Fidelis. Her faith blossomed as she tended the sick, her slow limp emerging with age, a quiet mark of her dedication.   Her faith's journey took a pivotal turn when Mara healed an entire village struck by fever by working tirelessly, her gentle touch and prayers to the Halfling Pantheon earning her renown beyond Applecall, her gray hair tied in a loose bun as she leaned on her faith. In time, she tamed Brutus, a shaggy hound reminiscent of Fidelis, whose loyalty became her companion while her mediation of a feuds showcased her wisdom, her laugh lines deepening with each success. Her back pain a constant reminder of her age, yet her resilience grew as she wandered, seeking to rebuild communities spirit stolen by raiders, goblins, and sour hearts.   Now 80 in 2487, Mara roams as a traveling cleric, her flowing robe fluttering as she heals halfling wanderers and kind villagers, her wooden token guiding her against threats and cruel lords. The loneliness of her husband's loss weighs on her at times, but she finds solace in comforting others with a tales of her youth and cooking for others, her gentle smile a beacon of hope. Amidst Applecall’s distant echoes and new allies, she carries the traditions of Gwinthia’s joy, Kintar’s hearth, and Fidelis’s protection, a testament to her enduring mission to protect the vulnerable and preserve her halfling heritage in a world scarred by strife.

The halfling cleric began in Applecall’s Gwinthia’s Hearth District, where she served as a beloved hamlet healer and daughter to a large farming family, her plump hands tending to the sick with her devotion and prayers to Gwinthia, Kintar, and Fidelis, her gentle smile a fixture at harvest festivals and communal feasts. As she aged and was trained by a priestess from, she mended villagers’ ailments and mediated disputes until the loss of her husband, growth of the children, and coupled by faint whipsers of the crackling hearth fire coaxed her into wandering. Now in 2487, she travels as a semi-nomadic cleric across the cities of the region in human society, offering healing to halfling wanderers and kind villagers, her past expereince guiding her as she combats loneliness by restoring community spirit amidst the region’s threats.

Mara Goodbarrel’s religious views are a deep devotion to the Halfling Pantheon, finding solace in Gwinthia, the Joyous Mother, whose amber sunburst she sees in Applecall’s bountiful apple orchards, her warm brown eyes tracing the goddess’s joy in every harvest festival she once celebrated. She reveres Kintar, the Hearth Keeper, whose flickering hearth flame warms her prayers in the wild outskirts, a reminder of lost hamlet hearths, while Fidelis, the Shaggy Guardian, guides her with his paw print token, offering protection against goblin raiders and cruel lords. In Lavonia’s turbulent city, she interprets the gods’ presence in daily acts—Gwinthia’s abundance in a shared meal, Kintar’s comfort in a kind villager’s fire, and Fidelis’s loyalty in the trust of her allies—seeing their divine will as a call to heal, unite, and safeguard her community amidst nature’s cycles and human strife.

Mara’s social aptitude radiates a motherly warmth, her round face creased with laugh lines softening as she offers gentle smiles and healing hands to all, her plump frame a comforting presence to halfling wanderers and kind villagers alike. She displays endless patience with youth, her warm brown eyes twinkling with wisdom as she shares tales to comfort or tends to wounds, a testament to her enduring care despite age. Trusting the faithful, she opens her heart to those who honor Gwinthia, Kintar, and Fidelis, yet remains cautious with those who scorn her gods or her Applecall roots.

Brutus, Mara Goodbarrel’s loyal shaggy hound, stands as a steadfast companion with a thick coat of mottled gray and brown, his sturdy frame reminiscent of Fidelis, the Shaggy Guardian after weeks of gentle coaxing in Lavonia’s wild outskirts. His deep brown eyes mirror Mara’s warm wisdom, softening as he pads beside her with his broad paws leaving prints in the earth as he guards her during her travels. At 12 years old in 2487, his presence brings comfort to the 80-year-old cleric, his low growls warding off wild animals as she heals, the bond between them a testament to her nurturing spirit and the protective legacy of the Halfling Pantheon she serves.