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About Eilif the Stout

"Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size do you?"

Of all the families whose stories go untold, Eilif's is both the most grandiose and unimpressive. Sure, to the average Ulfen the tale of Finsbar might be heard by an unusually gifted Skald, but anyone who knows of the descendants of Finsbar knows that the tale ends there. Drunks; Idiots; Prostitutes; and, of course, droves of descendants who were unsuccessful adventurers.

However, to Eilif, these ancestors are the greatest heroes of all.

Think about it. In the frozen north of Golarion, a land riddled with barbarians, mammoths, and worse, a family of halflings (halflings, mind you!) carved out a living in this, one of the most brutal regions in the world. Halted not by blizzards, landslides, and beasts, this family carved a niche for itself in the frozen tundra and has refused to budge, a testament to the hardiness and endurance of halflings everywhere.

Eilif does not know fear. When his family's meager herds needed to be watched, Eilif drove off boars, wolves, and all manner of unseemly beasts. When his home town came under attack from a roving band of ogres, he was the first in line to defend it (and one of the only ones to survive it, he is always happy to add). But Eilif never let that get to his head. He knows that, however skilled a warrior he may be, he is nothing without comrades at his back. And when his home was destroyed by a gang of marauding ice trolls, he vowed to find a band of heroes worthy of leading against whatever threat might show its face. With a stout heart, a bowlful of courage, and just a hint of crazed heroism, he leads his allies with a conviction and fortitude in defiance of his shortcomings.