Race : Sun Elf Gender : Male Age : 131 Profession : Warlock Homeland : Dry Steppes A considerable amount of my early life had been spent in the bonds of slavery. Originally from the Drysteppes, west of the Crystalmist Mountains, I was captured and put into slavery by nomadic tribes, forced to care for the tribe’s cattle. When the war reached my land, I looked upon it as divine fortune, for Iuz's forces had thinned the tribes, allowing me an opportunity to escape and travel east. I wandered aimlessly, avoiding the notice of others, until I stumbled over the Lortmil Mountains into the valley and the town of Axegard. The one identifying symbol, a branded scimitar on my left shoulder, is the only thing that connects me to the slave tribe I spent so many years with.
"Freedom...the only treasure truly worth dying for." |
