I was born the son of an Archer and a herbalist, both Tsol'aa. My
father, the Archer, was known as Jier'al, and my mother was Kiera. They
were both proud defenders of nature, Aalen Forest, and the Royal Family.
Ultimatly this was their downfall, but I would gladly take the downfall
myself.

You see, I was born around the time when the Orcs of Dun Valley
attacked. A few days before the Orcs attacked, everything was as usual.
Me, at 8 years old, divided my time betwine helping my mother carry
herbs and suchlike, and follow my father around on his patrols, always
in awe of him when he was like this, otherwise he was just Dad. My
parents were close friends of the Royal Family, as well as being their
guards, my mother less so, as she couldn't wield anything more than a
knife or staff with ease. On the day we Tsol'aa were attacked, my mother
and father were with the Royalty. So as the foul Orcs broke in, their
eyes aflame, They both snatched up their weapons, but my mother was
ordered to hide the prince and I before she joined they fray, but
eventually she did join, with naught but a herb knife, and a staff. My
father was one of the last to fall, and he laid low many Orcs with his
blade. But they were all swarmed under, as the prince and I watched
wide-eyed from our hidy-hole, to frightened to make a sound. We saw it
all, the Queen too. I had to clamp my hand over the princes mouth, even
though he was older, so he wouldn't shout out.

When they all had left, the prince and I came out to try to find other
survivors. There were none that I could find, and I doubt that the
prince found any either. However I don't know, as I got lost, and lost
the prince as well. I later found in my wanderings a Druid, saw him
morph multiple times, and call down lightning to smite the orcs. Once I
believe that I saw him grin. I knew that I had found my calling at that
moment. I also guess that he knew I was there, and unable to harm him,
or I wouldn't be here telling this to any of you, most likely.

I wandered through the world for a time, searching for money, food, and
a roof. I often didn't find the last, or the first. I survived eating
the plants that my mother showed me to be edible. Eventually, I came
back home to Aalen Forest, and found a druid. The first for a home, the
last so I could follow what I believed to be my calling then, and now.
And so I passed, through nature, through blood, and over the roads, back
to where I started, now to stay.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lupar, in the year 427 AF.