Hobbs Family/Hylor

Hylor Hobbs

(TWO YEARS OUT OF DATE)

I was raised in the shadow of Dirrik, always a few years behind him and that much less important. Recently, I thought I would travel to the lands where he began his career not that long ago, in the south of the East Continent. As fate would have it, Fallangard had just been defeated, and the lands where he had his first battles were nothing but scorched farmland and cities of rubble. The old defenders were gone, but the victors had left the land to rot. There was nothing to see, and nothing to learn.

As I roamed the landscape I saw the survivors banding together and raising themselves up to form a new nation. Yssaria was born, and I found my calling. These people needed help, and I could provide it. I used my savings to hire a band of laborers and began repairing Hamadan, and other nobles came to their aid as well. You should see the faces of the people as we pass by!

But things are not perfect - we can't rebuild everything overnight, and a lot of people are suffering. And there is the looming threat overhead that the realms which had claimed these lands will come back once we've done their dirty work for them.