Eranden
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Greetings to all…........
I am neither a Bard nor a story teller but this is my tale.........
Like so many of the folk I have met these days my story begins with all the trouble and violence that is so common these days..........
I do not know my father.........My mother(she is human) never spoke about him or how she became pregnant with me. I asked her about it once and the look in her eyes told me not to do so again. I know that she was thrown out of parents home becuase of the shame that she was made to feel due to her unplanned pregnancy and that her father could not get a proper dowry for her in marriage. She moved to a small house secluded in the forrest. She was a a gifted herbalist and people came and went seeking her advice and remedies. A good man name Jon came more frequently to trade his furs and taught me the ways of the forrest for he was a ranger. I do wish that I had paid more attention to my mother's skill but such is the way of childhood. I was eager to follow Jon around during his hunts and learn the way of the bow. Sometimes we would visit a town for a festival (He was so good to me and treated me as a father would) but he made sure that I would wear a hooded garment to cover my elvish features. Prejudice and bigotry against Half breeds such as myself was common, and I was carefull to hide my pointed ears, darker complexion and hair that was black with hints of silver. Years passed and it was a good way to grow up. My mother even took in a apprentice named Alara to teach her skills to. I must admit that I was taken in by her beauty and joyfull dispostion. She was not repulsed by my appearance but seem to spend as much time with me as she could. When she stole her first kiss from me I knew my heart was taken....We planned to be handfasted as soon as the next spring approached. Around mid winter, as you remember it was very cold this year, I heard Jon's horn sounding in the distance. I knew he had one but never heard him use it before. I grabbed my bow and raced into the forrest to find him. I found him surrounded by a goblin horde fighting for his life. I never shot better in and was able to kill many of the attacking goblins and get to him. His wounds were very serious indeeed and I placed him on my back to bring him home. The going was slow indeed due to the deep snow but finally My home was almost in sight. Thats when I noticed the smoke rising in the air. I found my home almost burnt down, my Mother and Alara both dead from Goblin wounds. I screamed in the night. By mornings light I had gained enough composure to bury them near my Mother's favorite garden and started off into the forrest. I didnt know where I was going or for how long I had traveled. I stumbled into the town of Norwick where I have decided to start my life over again. Since living there I have made friends and seen all sorts of things that I never dreamed of. It seems a good place for the miss placed and I find that people accept me and are even friendly. I have swore revenge against the goblins and other evil creatures that plague our land. I enjoy hunting them and every time one dies I feel just a little bit better.