Cashel Lorris

Cashel Lorris is but a simple peasant lad in the free hamlet of Duron on the western border of Cannavin. The son of a cooper who himself was the son of a cooper and so on, Cashel has no reason to suspect that his life will hold anything more than barrels and, if he can master his trade, a comfortable home and wife. However his father Dale has always kept his own council, neither he nor Cashel have ever had real friends beyond themselves, save for Uncle Marak who visits from time to time. And Dale seldom lets Cashel make the short trip into town, or even leave the small cottage where they make their home it's surrounding pastures. As he has become older Cashel has become more and more aware that his father behaves like a man with a secret.


Cashel, like many of the border Ralstaans, is paler of skin and darker of hair, but he retains the tan and ash blond common to so many whose lineage is mixed with Irian stock. He is of unremarkable height and build, and while his eyes are a clear blue this is neither uncommon nor worthy or remark in the lands of Rallah's children. Young, bright eyed and filled with the energy and vigor of youth, Cashel has round features, full cheeks, a bow like mouth and an infectious grin. He is generally attired in simple peasant garb, a shirt, tunic, hose and shoes, in the deep red cloth most common to north-western Ralstaa. Standing at five feet and nine inches, with and unremarkable build, Cashel looks like he might be a strong runner, but certainly no more so than any still-gangly youth in the prime of his manhood. His hair is crudely cut short and his movements, while they show comfort in his own body, display neither the power nor measured surety of the famed warriors of Ralstaa.


Cashel is a social lad, and the way in which his father has kept them apart from the community of Duron has only made him more so. He loves nothing more than to sit and chat to customers who come to their cottage about news from the world outside, and is especially fascinated by the tales of other far-flung lands by the well traveled uncle Marcus. Cashel sees himself as something of a bumpkin, and plans to go to one of the big cities like Tohl Caldare when he is older and free to make his life what he chooses - maybe even see the sea or sail upon it. What people likely do not realize about Cashel at first meeting is that he is utterly fearless - when his father told him not to stray into the woods for fear that the pixies would take him, he did not immediately run into the woods, but nor did this instil the slightest fear in him. Cashel may not be brash or courageous, he certainly does not flaunt his brave heart, but when there is need Cashel never runs. Even he has not realized the full depth of his own courage. What they also do not understand is how deeply thoughtful or profound the youth is capable of being, well beyond his relatively few years.


Cashel's history is a short, simple one. Born to Dale and Isoulde Lorris, Cashel lost his mother before he even knew her. He grew up with his father alone in a cottage just outside of Duron. They ventured away from the house and the small property around it, backing onto a stream and the forest seldom. His father was a cooper and taught his trade to Cashel, but he seldom went to town, trading his wares from the front of the cottage and buying those materials he needed from passing merchants who would always stop for a conversation and a flagon of mead. Cashel was seldom invited to join the guests, and so he grew up with only he and his father, and while the two were closer than father and son Dale clearly felt the loss of his wife keenly with every new day, and every time he looked into his son's eyes. And so time passed. The only high points of the year were the few holy festivals when father and son would venture into town to pray, and the week or two every year during which Uncle Marcus would visit. Cashel was allowed to spend time with Uncle Marcus, and his uncle brought Cashel gifts from his travels, and told him stories of his exploits that, true or not, were epic and grand. He taught Cashel to read, though Dale disapproved, and would bring him histories and folk tales from far off lands bound in leather and smelling of ink, of which he most loved the tales of distant Arumthar, the land known as the Broken Kingdom. These windows into the world were Cashel's most prized treasures, and though he longed to see the world, or even to wander into town, he respected and loved Dale, and would not disobey him, except to sneak off and play with the other boys of the town sometimes, or to swim in the stream or wander the woods on those rare occasions when his father had to go to town, or away to meet with a merchant. On the whole Cashel's life so far has been happy and safe, but extremely boring.


Aside from a loose acquaintance with a few boys of Duron close to his own age, some of whom he does not even know by name, and a passing familiarity with a few merchants and farmers from town who come to purchase his father's goods, Cashel's entire life has been Dale and Marak.


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Character Traits

Home and Shelter (3)

Cashel has little knowledge of the outside world. His father was always careful to keep information limited, without banning so much that such a pogrom became intriguing, and uncle Marak's tales were too tall to be believed. So Cashel really knows little beyond a few hours walk from his home and Duron, and the rest of the world, with its cultures, power struggles, and customs, seem utterly alien to him.

Quiet Courage (2)

Cashel is possessed of a soft-spoken bravery, one that does not come flying in the face of overwhelming odds, but rather a calculating mind, that seems capable of overriding feelings of fear and trepidation, and letting him think clearly even in times of great stress. And in being so collected, he can bolster his resolve against the horrors of the world, in a way most men cannot.