Post by dajuke on Apr 23, 2006 19:37:20 GMT -5
(So this is what should have been written when I first made Taran over a year ago, but I've only really begun to RP in the past few months and figure out who he is. More might follow, but who knows? And no, I had no idea who Padrin was when I started realizing Taran's background ;D)
A tired story, told and retold since elves first met man. My mother was a human, in a small village in the Great Dale. There is nothing of note to speak of about my home. We were close to no mysterious keeps, there were no hordes of monsters to battle. It was a peaceful farming village, populated by man, and tilled by the work of our hands.
On the day of the harvest festival a wandering minstrel came through our town. By his features he was elven, and my mother caught his eye. He asked her to dance under the full harvest moon, and by its light that night I was brought into being.
The elf professed his undying love for my mother. Easy enough for him to do I suppose, for even in the surrounding villages my mother was considered a great beauty. The color of my hair comes from her. But time passed. She grew older, and he stayed the same. Not only in age, but in his wandering habits as well. He never cheated on her, as far as I know, but would leave home for longer and longer periods of time, leaving mother and I fend for ourselves. By the time I had reached five years of age, his undying love had become unwilling bonds of duty. duty to my mother, and duty to his son.
In the spring of my sixth year, she finally gave him an ultimatum. Be a father and a husband, or leave for for good. He gave her all the money he had to take care of us, and left, never to return.
Fatherless, I looked to the village for acceptance, and was quickly made aware that I was an outsider, neither elf nor human, and welcome in neither society. With no other option, I turned to the woods surrounding our home, and the creatures of the wild became my friends and companions in place of people. Over time, I began to study their ways. How they lived, what they ate, what drove them. Eventually, the order of druids of silvanus that keep the woods of my homeland noticed my connection to the wild and took me in. With them I found acceptance, and began to learn the ever-deeper mysteries of nature. How to speak to animals, how to conceal myself from view, even how to draw on its elemental power to strike down those who would harm it. After learning all that the order had to teach me of its ways, a yearning to wander awoke in me, doubtless the legacy of my now long-gone father. My mother, silvanus bless her, had long planned for this day, and unknown to me had set aside the money my father had left to provide for me. This money she made of a gift to me, and with it in my pouch I set out, now fully alone, to discover what Silvanus has planned for me. And thus, I find myself in isinhold, all but a few coins spent, and a new land waiting to be seen. An excitement builds in me, the excitement I haven't felt since I was young, and everything was new and seemed made just for me. My true journey has only begun.
A tired story, told and retold since elves first met man. My mother was a human, in a small village in the Great Dale. There is nothing of note to speak of about my home. We were close to no mysterious keeps, there were no hordes of monsters to battle. It was a peaceful farming village, populated by man, and tilled by the work of our hands.
On the day of the harvest festival a wandering minstrel came through our town. By his features he was elven, and my mother caught his eye. He asked her to dance under the full harvest moon, and by its light that night I was brought into being.
The elf professed his undying love for my mother. Easy enough for him to do I suppose, for even in the surrounding villages my mother was considered a great beauty. The color of my hair comes from her. But time passed. She grew older, and he stayed the same. Not only in age, but in his wandering habits as well. He never cheated on her, as far as I know, but would leave home for longer and longer periods of time, leaving mother and I fend for ourselves. By the time I had reached five years of age, his undying love had become unwilling bonds of duty. duty to my mother, and duty to his son.
In the spring of my sixth year, she finally gave him an ultimatum. Be a father and a husband, or leave for for good. He gave her all the money he had to take care of us, and left, never to return.
Fatherless, I looked to the village for acceptance, and was quickly made aware that I was an outsider, neither elf nor human, and welcome in neither society. With no other option, I turned to the woods surrounding our home, and the creatures of the wild became my friends and companions in place of people. Over time, I began to study their ways. How they lived, what they ate, what drove them. Eventually, the order of druids of silvanus that keep the woods of my homeland noticed my connection to the wild and took me in. With them I found acceptance, and began to learn the ever-deeper mysteries of nature. How to speak to animals, how to conceal myself from view, even how to draw on its elemental power to strike down those who would harm it. After learning all that the order had to teach me of its ways, a yearning to wander awoke in me, doubtless the legacy of my now long-gone father. My mother, silvanus bless her, had long planned for this day, and unknown to me had set aside the money my father had left to provide for me. This money she made of a gift to me, and with it in my pouch I set out, now fully alone, to discover what Silvanus has planned for me. And thus, I find myself in isinhold, all but a few coins spent, and a new land waiting to be seen. An excitement builds in me, the excitement I haven't felt since I was young, and everything was new and seemed made just for me. My true journey has only begun.