Heri Skips

As the 48th child in a family of 63, Heri should have fit right in and been quite forgettable. But even at a young age, he was considerably larger than anyone else in the village. And so, his family began turning to him for help with every little task and matter that arose. Heri was more than obliged to help and found nothing more satisfying and fulfilling than assisting his family and friends. It wasn't long before he quickly became their unofficial protector.

He patrolled the borders of their fey gardens, proudly chasing away pests and fighting off any bigger threats that lurked in the vast forests of the Fey Ream. However the idyllic life could not last forever and one day, while he was out on the edge of their furthest gardens clearing it of particularly vicious flock of ratbirds, horrifying screams erupted from the farm.

Heri spun as more answered the first and a chilling fear seized his chest. He leapt forward and ran as fast as he could, his feet thundering along the hard packed dirt paths, and with each footstep another wail of agony tore at his ears.

It was too late. When he arrived he found his siblings, slaughtered in their own burrows, expressions of terror and pain etched into their faces. None had survived. And a sickly sweet scent of corruption hung in the air. One entirely alien to the Fey Realm.

Heri cut his hand and swore a blood oath then and there to avenge his family's deaths and hunt their killer. His skills proved valuable as he tracked his quarry to the material plane only to lose it among the dunes of The Sabal'Har…but he has not given up hope and will continue to search until his dying day.