the fisherman

Ssaahwn the slith was created between the pairing of Sshirriza and Sshahaw, claiming to no clan. They were situated during this time, in a small village south of Valour. His father Sshirriza was a fisherman and his mother was a mother I guess. Nothing really ever happened here. Being so far off the beaten trail. No one really goes to the ford and nothing really draws many to the south western corner of the world. Occasionally a knight would wander through on its shiny horse and making a racket on his way. When he was old enough to heft a spear, he would accompany his father on his fishing excursions and he gradually became quite the fisherman himself. While they were wading through the swampy waters with nothing but the resounding croaks of the toads and the lap of the moving waters. His father would regale him with stories of Legion and knights and their epic battles. Mystics and their immense knowledge base, justice and their steadfast nature, upholding the law to the death. But the stories that his father embellished the most was that of the mighty Warlords. The prowess of every individual and the combined strength of the mighty clan. There was no end to the stories that were told of honor and cunning. That was the life they lived, fished, conversed, ate and slept.