Master Phelan Tolusmidr            Pelican

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Phelan Tolusmidr's History
My name is Phelan, which means Heart of the Wolf in my 
people`s tongue.  I have carried that name before and I 
will probably carry it again.  I have walked the Wheel 
many times and in many ways.  My people communicate well 
with the spirits, and our druids can see our pasts.  Many 
times have I walked as Warrior, to claim lands and prizes 
for my people.  I have left the cradle of our civilization 
as we pressed into new lands.  I crossed the Alps with 
Bellovesus and stood near Brennos when he exacted a 
thousand pounds and a sword’s weight of gold from the 
Romans.  I marched with the troops of Alexander and 
touched upon the vastness of the eastern sands.  As the 
Romans pushed across the continent, I and my people slowly 
receded, generation upon generation.  We crossed the chalk-
cliffs and spread through the green forests of Albion, our 
last great stronghold.  I perished with many that marched 
with Boudica, and later helped topple Hadrian’s Wall.  We 
watched as the world descended upon Rome much as they had 
upon us – yet again the Wheel turns.

In this present life my people’s numbers and fortunes have 
dwindled.  Some would say it was our vanity.  I would say 
we burned brightly for so long that others grew jealous 
and joined forces to throw us into the darkness.  But 
still our flame endures, if only in the far-flung corners 
of this world.  Other nations may have risen, but our 
spirit lives on in us.  Others of similar spirits, the 
Northmen, now carry their might and terror across the 
seas.  I and many of my kinsmen trade and travel with 
them, and see a spark of ourselves in these young 
peoples.  I have joined my spirit in this life to Tova 
Fransdottir, of the Hus Vanir-lag.  

As my spirit has matured through the eons, so has my 
vocation.  Fighting and conflict, the purview of the 
young, still runs hot in my veins, but I have also found 
joy in the crafting of things, the singing of songs, and 
the telling of tales.  I seek to carry the life and lore 
of my people through each new dawning, and to hold dear 
that which should not fade from this existence.  My new 
household, these spirits so young and vital, have given me 
the name Tolusmiðr, which means word-smith in their 
tongue.  I hope to walk the path of Bard and teacher in 
this life, and tell the tales of these folk in times to 
come.