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About Corwin Hewerson

Ye mariners all, as ye pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Come spend, me lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this

And when I'm in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled
Transform me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this -- traditional sea shanty

Though I was born a son of Andoran, I have spent as much of my youth on the waters of the Inner Sea as I have on the land of my beloved country. From the age of about eight until very recently, I have sailed with my father, Bartleigh "Bart" Hewerson on the annual trade circuit from Almas to Augustana, south to Totra, Sothis, and Katheer, then north to Oppara and Cassomir before heading back west to Almas.

In my travels, I have seen much of the Inner Sea region's cultures and have always been struck by the stark contrast between the republican ideals of my homeland and unecessary harshness of the so-called "traditional" regimes. Still, the many lands of the Inner Sea were an endless source of wonder and entertainment for me. I must admit that I took to the tales and legends of distant lands and ancient times far more easily than I did the "honest" work of a sailor.

My quick wit and silvered tongue got me out of just as much trouble as my loud mouth and innattentiveness to my chores got me into. Still, my love of the sea has remained constant. The crews I have sailed with have always loved my rousing sea shanties and tales of adventure. After conversing at length with some of the more educated merchants and sea captains, I also learned I have a knack for oratory. I have given more than one ill-mannered brute a piece of my mind about his (or her) country's shameful treatment of its citizens...and though my arguments were both cogent and persuasive, they also got me restricted to the ship in many ports around the Inner Sea. Fortunately, I had the company of Janardan, a Vudrani sorcerer who was willing to teach me the basics of personal magic.

After over a decade alternating between sailing during the warmer months and earning my keep by singing and telling stories in the taverns and on the streets of Almas during the winter, I decided my destiny held something bigger in store for me. Inspired by the tales I had been telling for years, I hired on as a crewman on a ship bound for Absalom, City at the Center of the World.

Though I was not financially fit for acceptance into the bardic college in Absalom, I was able to find a few men and women willing to share what they knew of bardic lore in exchange for some of the songs I had learned or for a few coins when I was able to spare them. Though I am not yet an extremely skilled bard, my natural talent is enough to help me earn enough to survive.

I'm not sure what exactly I'm looking for out in this wild world, but I'm fairly certain I'll know it when I see it. In the meantime, I'll be happy to enjoy the journey. The life of a Pathfinder holds a promise of excitement and wonder that I can't resist. If I can advance the cause of freedom and republicanism throughout the Inner Sea, then so much the better. And it couldn't really hurt if I gain myself a little notoriety in the process...could it?

Scenarios Completed:
#01: Silent Tide (20 Sept, 2008)
#02: The Hydra's Fang Incident (20 Sept, 2008)