Description and History
My life began in a small town known by the
name of Beregost. A small and quite place, mainly inhabited by
farmers. My mother was a beautiful elven woman who had
abandoned the way of her people to find her luck with a
My father was but a simple farmer in Beregost
and so my life was a safe but also a boring one. This changed in a warm summer. I had
reaached the age of sixteen and still the only thing I ever saw of the world
had been the fields of my father.
But during one
of this hot summer nights an old man knocked at our door, seeking a place to
sleep for a few nights. My father didnít liked the way the old man was holding
his weapon, a huge Long Sword but my mother and I, eager to hear some tales
about the world finnaly convinced him. It didnít take long to hear some
tales of the warrior by the name of Dareik. He had ventured his whole life up
and down the Sword Coast and found much glory and wealth among the roads. I was
totally caught by the thoughts of the great battles he had fought and of the
glorious deeds he had done. My parents must
have realized the influence the tales of the man had on me for they sent him
away the next day.
But it was
already to late. Above everything I ever wanted in my whole life was now the
wish to become as Dareik was. To travel along the road, to challenge the
unknown and to find glory and wealth. Surely I couldnít speak with my parents
short time I had saved enough money, and so the next market day I bought a
long sword without the knowledge of my parents. I kept it hidden from them and
practiced in my free time beside serving my father on the fields. After a year
I thought myself a very powerful person.
How much I was
wrong I found out some time later...
It was again
during a hot summer, the news of a band of ogres roaming about the nearby
forests passed around. Already several well armed parties had been slaughtered
trying to stop them. The whole
village was upset and already rumors of more ogres leaving the forests passed.
One evening it
We were just
sitting for evening meal as we heard a sound out of the nearby stable. My father
immediately jumped up and grabbed his nearby bow. He was a
marksman as well. He never told me how he had learned these skills in
Beregost. He rushed out leaving my mother and myself stunned at the table. We
heard a loud scream and than an eerie silence fell.
In this silence
I descided that this would be a good moment to show my parents my skill with
the blade. So I passed my
now weeping mother and took hold of my Long Sword. Without another thought of
what I might find I stepped out of the house into the dark.
A body was lying
a few feet away, several arrows struck in it.
Without a second
thought I continued my way to the stable where the stange noise was coming from.
hesitation I opened the door... and recognized an instance later how foolish I
In the small
stable three huge forms were standing. Between them a
bloody human which I recognized as my father, was stumbling in a cruel game of
the ogres between them. The hits of
their clubs were obviously not aimed for killing but for their personal game.
As they saw me enter one of them ended the game with a blow of his huge club
which crushed the head of my father into a bloody mess.
Tears filled my
eyes as I not only saw my father fall but my own death in the eyes of these
creatures. In a desperate try I took all my strength and made a mighty swing on
the ogre standing next to me. The beast gave a strange sound as my
blade dove down on it but with an almost playfully swing of its club it took
the blade out of my hand and drove me back to the next wall.
Now they would
surely have played the same cruel game with me as they had done with my father
if not the sudden sound of horses had taken their attention on them. The ogre
standing next to me simply raised its huge club and after that I fell in
When I awoke I found myself looking into the gentle eyes of an old woman, the only priest of
our small town. She told me that
It was a miracle I still was alive and that my father was dead.
After I asked
her what had befallen my mother I saw great pain in her eyes. For a moment
tears filled her eyes and she gave a small sobbing sound. Than she stroke my
hair gently and whispered soft words in my ear.
After I had spent several months in the hut of the old woman I descided to leave
Nothing was left
to me here. So I took up the blade I had used in this night and made my way
along the Sword Coast and finally found myself in a small dale named
Shadowdale. Here I descided to spend some times untill the wounds left in my
soul would heal.