Fydor
I come from a small village high up in the mountain side, overlooking rivers, waterfalls and the fjord.
Most of the villagers were farmers, living a simple life, only a few would leave thinking they would go
on an "adventure", only to return as soon as they ran out of food.
Most of the time I would be out in my boat fishing, or hunting deer and boar in the forest, while my family
wanted me to run the farm, learn how to plant and maintain the farm lifestyle.
But I was not built for hard and heavy work, I am light on my feet, quick and do not require much, some light hunting is my thing.
Being half Elf has it's benefits, as well as drawbacks. Everyone things I can do magic because of my pointy ears, which
is just annoying. I guess it's because when we're out late at night, the darkness does not bother me and I can see fine for the most part.
So when I notice something, nobody else can see, they think its magic. However I can split a walnut in two with an arrow if you throw it in the air.
There are a few tribes here, that joined forces, so at an early age I was speaking several different languages. Being on a farm
you also pick up on how to "talk" to animals, or at least make them do what you want to more or less.
One winter morning we heard a caravan of people coming, waking us up with all sorts of noise and drama.
I do not recall what the main chief was call or his crew, but they started picking up some of our you females while
killing all boys and older ladies, as well as livestock. Burnt the village to the ground while they looted all our harvest
for the winter.
It was by pure luck that I managed to escape in the midst of all the smoke and chaos on my horse, arrows and bow in hand.
We quickly got to the edge of the forest where tracking us would be harder, and we were chased by two trackers.
Two lousy trackers that did not realize I rode in a circle, putting an arrow through their skulls from behind.
I managed to reign in their horses, take their weapons, which were mostly garbage bows, and some half broken daggers.
All in all I managed to scrape up 20 good arrows that will serve me well, as well as a beautiful rapier which will be my close combat weapon if needed. With enough clothes to keep me warm, we rode out of the valley and far away, for several days.
I was too much in a shock to try to return and deal with the group, they must have been more than 30, mostly large well protected savages.
As I came across tracks in the snow and dirt, I started figuring out how to analyse them, and find out which way they were going, hold old the tracks were, and soon enough I got to a caravan of some poor souls who were famished and in need of some repairs on their wagon.
That night they prepared a nice fire, to keep us all warm and keep any unwanted wolfs or other creatures away.
As a thanks for helping me, and I like helping others, I managed to fix their wagon wheel issue, and we slaughtered on of the
horses I had with me, so we all had something to eat. Next day I let them have the other horse and I rod off on my horse Mr.Horsie McHorseface. Nobody liked that name, but I could care less.
Now that I have been in the woods, alone for weeks, if not months, always had a successful hunt bringing me good protein, and built some confidence in both archery, as well as using my rapier, I wanted to get with a group of explorers. On our journey I would murder any highway robbers and thiefs, and help those in need. If I ever come across the group who butchered my village, they will pay dearly and very very slowly.
Mental characteristics
Employment
- Wagon master in caravan
- Initiate of the Dragon Lancer's
Current Location
Species
Children
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Brown Hair
Height
6"
Weight
185