3. The history and exploits of Fein Ashen

The history and exploits of Fein Ashen

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    Name: Fein Ashen

    Concept: Battle cleric of Corellon Larethian (in time though)

    He stands about 175 cm tall with black hair and blue eyes, his complexion is slightly darker or more tan then nost of his kin.
    Normally built for an elf. And has fair elven features and a white friendly smile.

    The beginning part one:

    Born and raised in the forrests of Deepingdale he showed signs early that his talents lay in the devine.
    He was far from as strong as his older brother and did not hold the talent in the arcane as his younger brother later showed.
    Upon turning 80 years he went into the acadamy of Leaves of Learning, studying history and the devine to become a priest of Corellon Larethian.

    The beginning part two:

    As he saw the old treehouse, his feet started racing towards the door. He opendet it with a bang and yelled:

    Hello Im home!

    No answer came

    Hmmpfh with a frown he started for the second floor thinking they had forgot about him coming home. I had been long 5 years
    since he left for the Leaves of Learning, but he was certan it was all worth it now that he was back home and a clerick and all. His parents would be proud of him he thought smiling.

    He yelled again:

    Hello! Anyone home?

    Again no answer came.

    Heh perhaps they had a surprise for him prepared, heh how typical his father had probably prepared a surprise party!
    He raced down the stairs again and out into the "yard" as his mother used to call it. His father never liked that word, told him
    it reminded him to much of the big cities with their yards.

    Outside there were noone waiting, noone. He sat down with a sigh shaking his head as he realized they probably had forgotten he was coming home.
    Well well he thought, their probably on one of dads excurtions, nodded to himself, aye that must be it.

    He went inside again and walked through the house, it was not big, their house, but nice he thought to himself.

    Upon entering his parents bedroom he saw that the bed was not made and that his mothers sewing work lay on the floor.

    Strange he said to himself, picked it up and put it on the bedpost. As he was putting it down he noticed a quite a layer of dust…

    A uneasy feeling crept into him, his mother allways keept the hous clean, it could be quite untidy he remebered but allways clean.
    Something is wrong he told himself, very wrong. There has not been a living sole here for months! He started going through the small house to look for something, annything.
    If they had moved they would have told him. He had gotten several letters while he was studying, from them and they never mentioned anything about moving.
    He had even written back to them and he personaly spoke to the man who had delivered them. And he told him they looked well all of them.

    What could have happened to them?
    His mind was racing, it had to be something terrible he thought.

    He found nothing to indicate any fighting had occured in the house, only telltale signs that it was abandoned in a hurry.

    Like candles burned all the way down, he knew his father never would have left lighted candles, he remembered his father telling him it had started several fires leaving lighted candles, one time he himself had forgot put out his candle in his room.
    Old bread, really old, so hard you could kill with it, and other signs like that. Nope they were gone wanished. He shook his head in disbeliefe.

    Later that day he left for his fathers best friend Si'las the wisest ranger he had ever met.
    He aproached his house finding Si'las outside doing a bit of training with his frend Fend, a large black cat he had apparently known for years.
    Si'las could not tell him much, only that all five of them had dissapered a bout three moons ago, and the only trace he found around the house was tracks of wolves he told.
    Wolves? They dont kiddnap people, there were no signs of fighti........... he started before he saw the look in Si'las eyes. Si'las then told him about a roumor he had heard about People of the black blood in a hushed voice like the trees around him had ears. He went back home and spent the night there trying to find something the old ranger had overlooked.

    One month later he decided he had waited long enough and that there was nothing left for him here and he started walking.

    Years later on he learned some more about the People of the black blood, that they were shifters and warecreatures following Malar.
    Theese beasts supposedly hunted intelligent foes for game... But of course theese were all roumors because noone he spoke to had met any, or knew any who had met any and lived.

    He searched for about 20 years for his familiy but never found a trace...
    He finally concluded that if they were alive they did not wanted to be found. Though he has given up the hunt he still has a
    hope that one day he will se them again... And perhaps he will...

    One of the rumors he picked up was that there are a town called Omypor or something who have shifters among them....

    For the time beeing he tries to concentrate on his deity, and do Corellions bidding until he has enough inner force to again start the hunt...


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