Mother Millian
Mother Millian was a halfling witch doctor. She took the honorific “Mother” or “Clan Mother” from serving as the wise woman and healer for the Crockfoot Clan, a small familial group within the greater of Ghostwise Halfling Tribe.
Following the death of her Mother, and the previous Crockfoot Clan Mother, Mother Malta, Millian took over as clan mother. Her mother's dying words after getting partially smashed by a giant were to "take care of them, they are your children now", making it clear that it was Millian's responsibility to look after her furtive halfling kinsmen.
After many years of successfully doing so some philosophical discussions between herself and various clan members, most notably her young son Elliot the Bongoist about the purpose of living such a fearful and joyless life, She softened to their wishes to 'live a little' and 'enjoy life' and allowed some music and festivities within the Clan's hideout. The noise of a baby naming celebration brought giants and giant kin down upon their cave. The entire clan was wiped out leaving Millian as an unwilling survivor and last of the Crockfoot Clan.
Appearance
A small, dark-skinned, wizened old Halfling matron, dressed in a baggy shift and adorned with braided and unkempt salt and pepper hair with many bone and uncut rocks. Her skin is extremely wrinkled beyond her 55 years of life with bright hazel eyes peaking out of deep eyewells. On her wrist she wears a dirty braid bracelet made from the multi-colored hair of her fallen Crockfoot brethren, which is the focal point for her connection with her ancestors.
Relatives
Three Husbands:
- Jiv the Hunter - Millian's first husband and one true love. They grew up together as youngsters amongst the Crockfoot Clan and were married at a young age. They had four children together before Jiv met his end during a hunting trip at the hand of a Hill Giant.
Thirteen Children
- Little Olivia the gymnast
- Elliot the Bongoist
- Missie the Clan Mother Apparent
Spirituality, Casting and Combat
Like her clan, Millian is possessed with a strong survival instinct that centers around fearless timidity. While never overcome by fear, Millian understands that her best chance of survival comes from hiding behind her stronger comrades, up a tree, or inside a hole. In combat or tense situations she will always tend to apparent cowardice while keeping her wits and skills about her. She is surprisingly spry for an old lady and has practiced in her youth with various simple weapons, including ranged weapons