THE PAST

The Exodus

The Exodus started well before I was born. People saw that droughts were getting worse, harvest yeild recorded was getting smaller and smaller each passing year. Passage on long voyage ships became the norm, few ships ever returned. These voyages went in all directions, supposedly to lands unknown. When famine started hitting the city I was in, my parents packed up and got us on a voyage.

Early life in the Ironlands

Where we landed, people already were living here from the old world and even a generation past. We were told about these strange beings that weren't human, but had the ability of thought and reason. Collectively us humans called them Firstborn, because simply they were here before us. Though they weren't just one species, but many. My parents, being of the intelectual nature, were quite curious. We spent time traveling and surveying land, collecting samples of herbs, among other such activities to document. I even got to train a couple of birds when I got a little older, an owl and a raven.

Death comes to us all

Mother

My mother was quite adventurous and curious. Since in these new lands we haven't had volunteers to test new herbs and medicines on, my mother tested them herself. Given this experimentation, she had some days, sometimes weeks, that she felt ill due to something she tried. Though on the other had we often were able to cook tasty meals thanks to her culinary experiments. One experiment took it too far. She was bed ridden for months until she finally died. We recorded every bit of the illness.

Father

After my mother had passed with me still being a young lad barely into puberty, my father decided it was time to settle. We looked at our maps an notes. We decided that one of the more developed settlements would be best. He set up a shop selling oitments and medicines, as well as doubling as a restuarant. I would spend my teen years going out into the wilderness gathering the herbs and such things we needed for our shop. I'd come home each evening to my father closing shop. We'd review my studies, eat dinner, sleep, then rinse and repeat. I came home one evening to find the shop still open. This wasn't a big deal because every once in a while we would have a late customer or patient. I came in and it was quiet, too quiet. I looked around and finally found my father lying on the ground, having been stabbed. For awhile I tried to hunt down and find who did this, but no traces were found. Since there really isn't a formal military in these new lands, I couldn't do anything. I finally left it be.

The Present

I've closed the shop after I sold the majority of the supplies. Keeping some to myself. I start to prepare myself to return to what my parents started. I get a small cart with my things, including Huginn and Muninn, the owl and raven. My time spent picking herbs and such has shown me the magic of invoking the natural energies of my surroundings. I kept this to myself. Growing up we spent a considerable amount of time in three towns. Stoneford a city of Giants, Lostcrag a city of Varou, and finally Whitemoor a city of Elves are the cities I will travel to, so I can tell them the news of my parents.

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