Post by Ardyn Laseir on Jun 28, 2017 17:52:42 GMT -8
Barrowman had been called Barrowman since he decided his first name (Francis) would’nt get him far in the Raven Islands. He’d come aboard the Lady of Ice- a schooner that sailed the ice flows to the far north found what he considered warmer waters and settled. The harbor master at a small town of seven hundred souls he had a family. His wife Lorna was an adventuring type, who didn’t wield the normal steel of the Isle, but instead something called a Kitana, Kotana? Katana?
Yeah, Katana. She had little patience for the blatant misogyny of a culture that insists on saying “ A Man has needs.” or “A Man is hungry.” Lorna liked Barrowman perhaps because of his softness, despite his appearance of a rugged sea god. They lived happily until Lorna had her first, second, and third child- none of them living to term but one, and that one dying before ever uttering mama.
Life is hard in places with such little magic, and less science. In the years before the Cataclysm, in a time in which the Raven Islands had been forgotten by the mainland, Barrowman and Lorna found themselves awake at night looking at the ceiling in their seaside home. It was a horrifying crash that brought them out of bed, and sight of a shipwreck just four hundred yards from their door.
Lorna Barrowman
This is where Lorna met her child. The one who would live, and in fact out live her.
