Herbwise, the fuzzy-britched wanderer, the forgetful


This small creature has the upper part appearing perhaps like a halfling, and the lower nimble legs perhaps like a goat. Their pride is their long curling black horns. Blackhorns is old enough to have forgotten their name, their place in the world and indeed, when is when and where is where.

As of the Second Age, Blackhorns resided in a tiny caravan wagon with their truest friend, the pony Dolomir. Resident herbologist in Edgevale, although it’s unclear who was there first.

Part of Edge of Nowhere


Sphera dinn55 dinn55