Leonardo Pyxída

## Introduction

Hello everyone! My name is Leonardo Pyxída and I am a harengon barbarian from Aldagrelithane. Travellers I have met have said my last name can be traced back to the Hollow Concord.

I was born? and raised in The Feywild. So I guess you could call me ‘Feylost’. My Fey Mark is smelling like bread (which turns into a toast smell when I rage) and my Feywild Visitor is a unicorn.

I am 19 years old and I don’t remember anything about my life prior to The Feywild. I am unsure about my ‘birth parents’.

## Backstory

Like I mentioned above, I am very unsure about my life before The Feywild. Let me explain:

I was brought up by ‘Auntie Jasmine’. A pixie who spent the majority of her time raising me and my sister whilst being an assistant dressmaker. She always ensured we were well dressed and whilst a lot of our clothes were perfect on the outside, upon further inspection one could see the patchwork lines, stains etc. This was not due to any poor work done by Auntie Jasmine, on the contrary- she was easily the finest dressmaker in The Feywild (perhaps I am biassed). She simply could not stand wastage, and would use every last scrap, button and clasp possible.

At first, it started off as Auntie Jasmine and I living in Aldagrelithane. I was 11 when Auntie Jasmine brought my sister Lavender Vivlío home. I’ll never forget the roaring pain in my heart, seeing her fuss over this little Owlin like she was defenceless (her beady eyes begged to differ).

Auntie Jasmine made me give up MY bed for her. So I spent the night by a candle glaring at her. And she glared right back. Safe to say after a few sleepless nights filled with glaring we both eventually passed out on the sofa and awoke the next morning to find ourselves huddled together under a patchwork blanket. From then on, we have gotten along famously.

Lavender, as mentioned, is an Owlin and I SWEAR WE ARE THE SAME HEIGHT (*lies Leonardo, she is 3 ft, you are 2.5 ft*).

I suspect Lavender will want to start her own adventure soon! She, like me, cannot remember a life before The Feywild- which is odd as she was 7 when Auntie Jasmine brought her there…

But enough about my childhood, I think I should explain a bit more about recent events:

When I was just over 17 one night Auntie Jasmine returned from a day's work and was badly hurt. We spent weeks, months caring for her. Lavender took her place in the dressmakers workshop/market whilst I tended to her at home. My healing skills improved greatly during this time but we were also lucky enough to be graced by Meniphei, a Fairy Cleric of the Archfey Ilena and Ilena herself.

Her gracious spirit brought Auntie Jasmine great comfort during her short visit and within a few hours her strength was almost back to normal.

She claims that she doesn’t remember what happened to her. Lavender and I have tried every tactic, but she will not say.

When I turned 18 Lavender and I celebrated by watching a tournament in the centre of Aldagrelithane. There, I watched an incredible warrior, one of Morgaelei's favourites, take down every opponent and fight his way to the top. I had never seen such prowess, such skill. I was mesmerised.

After the tournament I demanded an audience with him. When the laughing stopped (it was about 2 minutes of raucous laughter) he allowed me to approach him in his tent. I asked that I join his crew. I would serve him loyally and do everything I could to make his journey and time in The Feywild comfortable. In return; I wanted him to teach me everything he knew about combat.

And so, the next chapter of my story began. He offered me no payment but I was promised a bed and food. I would need to join his team and assist his Feywild Guide.

I ran home, packed all that I could in a small patchwork linen bag and kissed Auntie Jasmine and Lavender goodbye. Impulsiveness is in our veins- I had to take this chance whilst I could!

I never wanted harm to darken our doorstep ever again, and I would find who hurt Auntie Jasmine and end them. Slowly and painfully.

For the next year I didn’t drink or eat enough, I barely slept, and I almost became blind from squinting at my notes all day everyday. But I loved every second. At first, the warrior hardly had time to acknowledge my existence. But gradually, as the weeks went by and he saw my resilience, my thirst for knowledge, he summoned me to a training field.

I stepped foot in the field and immediately got ambushed from behind.

Rule 1: always check your surroundings.

A week later he summoned me again, this time I checked my surroundings, found them to be clear and entered the field. The warrior appeared from a gate on the right hand side, charged towards me and sliced my right leg.

Rule 2: what are you doing without a weapon? Idiot boy.

And so it continued, each week I was summoned, got my behind handed to me in some embarrassing fashion and then exited with my head hung in shame.

The sessions became more frequent, until eventually I began to learn him. His moves, his tells. And I started to fight back. Badly at first, but then I started to get quite good. No, I’m being modest. By the end I got really good!

I was never able to defeat him, but in our lessons he taught me how to strike, wield multiple weapons, dodge, stealth methods, tracking techniques. You name it, he probably touched on it.

Before I left, he gave me a parting gift, a greataxe! It is often the weapon I grab first in a time of need/conflict. I hope one day the world is so peaceful that I can hang it up for good (well I might use it to chop wood for the fire, but you know what I mean).

So why did I leave this Great Warrior and his crew?

Whilst my training was nowhere near finished. I wanted to learn in another area. Cartography!

Being an apprentice to the guide was fun and I felt valued and able to share my somewhat limited knowledge. And even though there is no way to know everything about The Feywild, I started to get bored. I realised that I wanted to leave and explore Cartography in a world that didn’t make me want to tear my own eyes out.

Thus, I decided to start my adventure. Even though I haven't had a lot of time to hone my skills; I am very happy with the maps I have drawn so far!

I left The Feywild and stumbled across the Galerider Guild- and it all seemed to fall into place! I would travel with them and explore the world. However, on my first night out of The Feywild, I realised I had left behind my sleep aid, Mr Wiggles.

Mr Wiggles is Lavender’s first ever fully completed sewing project, and whilst his ears are mismatched, one eye is considerably smaller than the other and the needlework is just… lacking any kind of skill. Mr Wiggles is unmistakably a smaller version of me! Lavender made Mr Wiggles so that I had something to cuddle when I slept, and now I cannot sleep without it.

So, I went straight back into The Feywild, to retrieve Mr Wiggles.

## Trivia

* My favourite food is Candy Clouds. But I like most sweet things (and savoury to be honest).
* I am 2 ft 5. Slightly round and very cute. I tend to be well dressed and neatly presented.
* I am passionate, impulsive and curious.
* A main quirk of mine is that when I sleep I thump my right foot repeatedly- much to the annoyance of those sharing a room with me!
* This is my first time outside of The Feywild, so EVERYTHING is new.
* I am very dyslexic, so I write down most things phonetically. If I mispronounce places or names, please just tell me and then I can make a note of it!
* My second language is Sylvan.
* I have a short story written about my Gardening Adventures!