Mother was and is many things. She was an adventurer, a master of war,
and fiercely loyal to those she fought beside. In the twilight of her prime
she discovered that a major inconvenience afflicted her. Me. Immediately
she resigned her position and retired from the only life she knew and loved.
Mother returned home for the first time in ages. Her father, my grandfather,
welcomed her home. Soon, I was born.
Mother remains a perfectionist. I was trained as she was. In brute combat.
Though I achieved mastery in those skills I lacked a certain desire. Rapidly,
both of us, as well as Grandfather, came to realize that the art of
war might be wasted upon me. Grandfather took me to his temple and
prayed for guidance. At first I tried to ignore the noise. However, the faint
whispers of the spirits got louder. I told my grandfather what occurred.
Mother and Grandfather talked at length. She continued to hone my physical
skills. Grandfather started to train me more as manhood approached.
Eventually, Mother and Grandfather took me to the Temple. My formal
Scribed by Esopus
Excerpt from Ancestry Assignment, Darkhaven Temple.
A short, stocky figure stands before you. His brow seems to be
permanently furrowed and gives his eyes a deep-set appearance. His hair,
both body and facial, are dark, nearly black, in color. His beard falls to
his chest and is very well groomed. His body is powerfully built. His
shoulders, arms, and torso are densely packed with muscle.