Beth (Horse)

Beth is a horse, from the stables near the Royaume new world capital of Gaiapolis.

As a young foal, Beth would frolic and play in the fields near her stable, and would frquently try to escape the bounds of her stableyard, often finding clever ways to escape the gates that held her in, much to the bemusement of her parents and, more importantly, her stablehands.

Although she did not know who her father was, she knew that he was a ferocious warhorse ridden by a dwarven warrior. This drove her to seek out her own adventures, and one fateful day, the young foal on the cusp of horsehood would run far enough from the stable to catch a glimpse of something truly amazing- far in the distance, the mighty Tarrasque roared and roamed, just visible even though she was miles off, due to the clear day.

Perhaps it was fate that day was so clear, but when she was brought back to the stable the other horses whinnied their disapproval.

"No" they had said, in their horsey way.

"The path of adventure is not for you, be a plowhorse for you have the muscle, or a racehorse, for you have the speed." This disapproval did little to dissuade her, however, and though it dampened her spirits she soon got encouragement from a different source.

Sooty, the crazed horse whose speed was only matched by his animosity towards humans encouraged her.

"Go. Fulfil your dreams, young horse. Do not listen to those who would bind you! Now give me my sugarcubes!" she began to listen more to the crazed warhorse's whinnies and hoof-pats of greatness, and would follow him in his attempts to steal more sugarcubes than they were permitted.

She was rented to a caravan guard for a while, and during this time she saw more of the world, but it was only in brief jaunts, and she would soon be returned to her stable, excited but still pent up with the will, the urge, the sheer determination to see more and more of this crazy world she had been born into!

Finally, she began to get a reputation as being too restless, too eager, too ready to jump at the first chance for adventure that she was considered too risky for most caravaneers to hire. This upset her, as it meant she could not leave the stable as often as she'd like, and disappointed both her mother and her stablehand, who both viewed it as a problem of their own creation- perhaps, they thought, they had been lax in the way they raised her? Too encouraging, or perhaps not restrictive enough. They should have tamped down on her free will when they had the chance.

Although despondent, she soon noticed she may have another chance to shine.

A young Dragonborn woman who smelled of fire and brimstone and her companion, a girl who smelled of snow and gunpowder and so must be from the Commonwealth she had heard so much of, arrived. Although they were first offered a haggard old horse, they turned that horse down.

It was Sooty who they were offered next. The old could-be racehorse looked deep into Beth's eyes and nodded- for he understood what she wished. He bucked and acted the craziest he ever had, so the people would be forced to offer another horse. To offer Beth.

Finally, the stablehands seemed to get the message. Beth walked up to the two and a permanent bond was formed. Now, Beth was prepared, ready, and finally able to take adventures with her new companions at her side.

She whinnied softly. "Yes", she had thought as she trotted along with her new companions upon her back, "This was the life I was born for".

### Flatriver

After accompanying another caravan, she found herself in Flatriver, a town on the river to the south of Gaiapolis. She had begun to doubt she would truly be going on adventures after all, as her new owners seemed content to be caravan guards. She exchanged words with some of the other horses as they rode, and as they were stabled, but she found no solace or comfort.

She had dreamed of bigger. She began to pace annoyedly, ending up stepping on the tail of a small cat. It scratched her, and she whinnied in shock. This drew the attention of her fellows in the Keyholders. She knew that they had her back, and she would trust them more. And once they set off again, perhaps they would notice she had slightly more spring in her step.