Rocky Roads: The Mountains of Grinadier
Was born in a Elven community, was reared by his parents. Faelyn enjoyed his childhood. His father was Ellisar and his mother was Kaya, Ellisar was wise, he had travelled beyond the realm and ment many races, Faelyn was amazed by magic, magicians who traveled through town would perform tricks and entertain the crowd. He asked his father how it was done, His father said it was slight of hand and that there were only a few who could master true magic. If they did master magic they would not waste it entertaining crowd for tips. Faelyn had seen old elves and thought all races lived long lives. When traveling with his father to a nearby town he saw old humans and thought they must be 350 years old. His father told him they were around 70 years old. I was 12 years older than that. How was it possible that I was so young and he was so old. My father said it was the way things are. My Father earlier in his youth had travelled out of the realm, he visited with dwarfs, humans and other races. My father said their short lives make them irrational and impulsive. I heard tales of cities and wonders beyond my upbringing. I knew there was danger also out there. When I was older I told my father I wanted to learn true magic and wisdom. He told me I would have to travel, and that it would give me a better understanding of world if met other races. He warned me it would be hard and that others would not like me.
When I was passing through a town, I heard of a wizard residing there, his name was Glorial. I went to see him, he would not answer his door. I camped out for weeks. Finally he opened his door. Asked what is doing, I told him I would like to be his apprentice. He said he did not need an apprentice. I camped out for weeks again. He opened his door and asked why I am still here. I asked to become an apprentice. He said he did not need an apprentice, but could use some one to clean up. I accepted. After a year he let me become his apprentice. I was a fast learner. Then one day while is was out I heard some loud noised coming from Glorial house. I raced back, I found Glorial had been killed. Another wizard all in black, with a pale face and hands was rummaging through his desk. I raced towards him. He touched me and I fell unconscious. When I woke a cleric was standing over me and the house was burning.
After the incident, I packed my belongs, went to Grendier. I looked for clues for a necromancer but never found any. I joined the army of Grendier, I was not well liked by my commanders, I have noticed a distinct dislike for elves. the sargent and captain gave me the worst assignment. I felt my talents were not utilized. When my tour up, I joined with a group of fellow soldiers who want to adventure. I can see further lands and possibly understand the other races, and maybe find the necromancer.