Baron Iain Raebyrn

Not an especially imposing figure, Iain Raebyrn maybe stands about average, with broad shoulders but limbs that are lean and long. In his mid twenties, he is young for his station, having inherited it after his father who was killed on a cattle raid.

His skin is pale and lightly freckled, his hair long and possessed of a true red color that darkens or lightens with the seasons. His green eyes have a wild and fae look about them.

His facial hair comes in patchy and thin, so he has taken to shaving.

The Barony of Greenfell

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The Barony of Greenfell hugs the borders of the great northern forests, where the thick brooding canopies of Pine, Oak, Beech and Rowan gradually give way to rolling grassy planes dotted with thinner birch stands of Birch and Yew to the south. It is a wet land, given often to fog and mist, mosses and lichens. Blue bells, Celadine and Prim Rose are all commonly seen growing wild about the hills.

The infrastructure is lacking, with most ways little more than thin foot paths that are subject to flooding snow after the harsh regional storms.

Among those border villages religion and politics are naturally intertwined. The Druhain standing stone has become a regional beacon for Druids and Bards to gather, for Elder councils to convene, for births, marriages, trials and other important business. These learned men are actively involved in the day to day affairs of the people, for good or ill.

Baron Raebyrn himself keeps stead in a great peaked roundhouse, surrounded by a modest palisade fence. A sacred stone rests by the entrance, and guests would do well to honor the spirits of that place first and foremost upon arriving. On the matter of guests, Baron Raebyrn is fond of them, especially when coupled with songs and stories. He is an unashamed lover of beautiful women and fine voices, his consort foremost of all.

The Greenfell Manse has also earned the nickname "Den Raebyrn", as the Baron hobbies the breeding and training of great hounds for hunting and warfare. Co-mingled with wolves, he sometimes gifts pups to honored guests as a token of trust and friendship.



The People of Greenfell

At times derided for their bucolic past times, the people of Greenfell largely live in simple huts of loose piled stone, thatch or wattle and daub. Their crafts are primitive, their villages humble, their clothing simple plaids of coarse homespun.

They are not known to be especially hard workers, and could be called insular and clannish.

But for all that Greenfell itself is possessed of a wildness, an animating spirit that can be felt by even the most stoic visitors. Full of song, tears and laughter, the common folk of the Greenfell are passionate, and take to love and war with equal fervor. It is a fertile land, teeming with the urgency of life, and outsiders speak fondly of the seasonal festivals, and of friends or lovers found by bonfire light.

It is an unforgettable place to visit, although for some it is simple too primitive and remote to consider living there.