3. Q Wefend

Q Wefend

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    I put to parchment my thoughts and memories, incase if I do not survive these trials, so my lineage be not lost. I am no man of noble stock, nor hero just a commoner. Perhaps to some a boy but I believe a man.
    As a lad I was raised in Jyyd, a growing town of bussiness and farms. We had a happy family in my younger days, before darkness laid it's eyes on us.
    My Father Quinton and his brother Darris were blacksmiths, implementing some farm tools and weaponary which they would sell in Peltarch. My Father had a talent for many things, this was one. Though I know him to be a blacksmith my mother Fancied him to be a man of the woods with the soul of a bard. I can remember him to be quick to draw from his quiver and his sharpened words.
    My mother was a quiet woman, spiritual and kind. She was slight, with fine facial features, her skin pale, and her hair golden as the wheat. Her eyes were bluer than any pool. At night they seemed to glow, almost capturing the moon itself. Her voice was sweet and melodic.
    She was of elven descent, from a fine lineage. She taught me of the wood and the blessings of Chauntea. I learned my skill with a bow from her, which she had crafted for me.
    Life was good, until about my 10th birthday. My Father had fell sick and was unable to accompany his brother to Peltarch, to sell some wares to local merchants. Darris never came home. They later found what were thought to be his remains. My mother said his body was broken, torn apart. We believed it was an Orc attack, but no one truley knows. My father blamed himself.
    Over the next 3 years my life was hell. My father had taken to the bottle, and at times was violent. I always forgave him as my mother did. She still always spoke of the man he was, not of what he had become. She said his feelings were so deep that his brothers death had damaged his heart. She believed that hidden in his soul still was love. He was just lost.
    It had been several long years, we all slipped into darkness. My mother was loosing hope to regain her love. She planned to take him to Galwin, a High priest of Chauntea who lived in Rawlsling east wood. HE was a powerful and had helped many that were lost find there way.
    As we traveled the road toward Norwick, my father chose to pay attention to his newest love, Dwarven ale.
    Unfortunately destiny was not in our favor this day. My mother heard crashing in the woodline as we came near the town of Norwick, so she had me hide behind some rocks. My Father lie next to me intoxicated almost somulent. My mother drew a dagger which I thought flashed, as she pulled it from it's scabber. I thought it to be embued with power by Cauntea herself. This unfortunatley was not the case. The final words I would here of my mother were not of song, hope or love. They were fargen screams, pain, begging for help. A group of goblins happened upon us, they beat and tourmented her. Despite her cries my father did nothing. I tried to go to her aide but he grabbed me covering my mouth. When I finally got free the goblins were gone and her body lay near a cave shredded and bleeding.
    It was the end of everthing, I looked at my Dad and not even a tear fell from his cheek as he gazed at her lifeless body. I felt the anger swell in me, hate. How could this be, It was her that should have alive. I told him that I hated him and cursed at him as I spit in his face. He stood there with a blank expression.
    I ran off into the wood, never seeing him again. Living there off whatever I could catch or the kindness of a stranger. I changed my name, never to be known again as Quinton Prest JR. but now Q Wefend the last being my mothers' maiden name.
    Years have past, I have come to terms with what has happened. Through the wisdom and compassion Chauntea has granted me, I have regained hope, and found some understanding of my Father yet forgiveness still it eludes me. It is time that I stand for good in life. I have heard of troubles in Norwick and the suffering of it's people. I will not let anyone suffer at the hands of those beasts again. To Norwick I go, with my bow and steal to defend it's citizens.

    Full name of Character Q Wefend

    Account name Pastrion

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