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For many of ye know of me and have spoken with me. I feel it is now time to share my story, one of my past. I am Ecthelion, and for all those who don’t speak elvish dialect, this is pronounced Ecth-el-yon. It is not Ec the Lion like some might have though. This never dawned on me growing up in an elvish community. But now that we have that settled. I am Wood elf of 18 years old, still a mere child. I am the youngest of 3 boys. I had both my parents until I was maybe about 12. My father was a hunter for our village. Although our village believed in hunting in groups, my father thought best if he hunt alone. He did this to sneak off some meat before bringing it back to the village, so our family would have a bit more then usual. He was one of the greatest hunters our village had ever seen. This was because of our family secret though… My mother. She was a seamstress and an adventurer. Every week should would take a trip deep into the woods alone. Many told me that she went to deal with dreaded creatures that we do not even speak of. For this I still am uncertain, but every time should would come home, she would be carrying a basket of red glowing thread. Out of this thread she would make tunics, boots, pants, and all sorts of hunting clothes for my father. I was told by many that while wearing these magical threads, he could not be harmed. It seems to me though that they were red so no one would see the blood if he was injured. Nonetheless the whole village would agree that my father was the most proficient come to a bow or sword. One day, on the way home from a hunt, he had an encounter with the sorts of an angry red dragon. He fought as hard as he could, but the dragon would not give. Finally, he was forced to retreat, and he ran all the way home. He was certain the dragon did not follow him, of course not many can follow a master of the woods… running through the woods. He entered our door step where he greeted my mother and kissed my brothers and I on the forehead. It was then a deafening roar was heard… He quickly grabbed his bow and ran out the door. There was the dragon… he quickly loaded an arrow and drew back the string, it was then the dragons claw came flying from the side and knocked my father flying to his death. The impact of the claw caused him to let go of the string which sent an arrow flying straight into the dragon’s eye. With my father dead, the dragon quickly went to make its way through our home when it started swaggering and fell to the ground with a hurt roar. It seems it had bled to death. So in my fathers final time of battle, he saved us even though he could not save himself. Although my story is still not over, this was just the beginning. After I lost my father, my brothers and I had to start splitting up his work to survive. I, being the youngest, was tormented a lot by my brothers. It was not for being young though, it was for not having the strength in my sword arm that both my brothers and father had possessed. I though, had amazing accuracy and speed with a bow. So well my brothers went to hunt, I was forced to stay home and clean with my mother. She did not sew anymore with my father away and didn’t plan on it. She had never left the house after that. Year after year nothing had changed. Finally one day she decided to go out and buy some thread for me to hunt. I went into the woods to find a suitable branch to make my bow. When I returned though, I found my mother hanging from a branch above our house, by her own string. What happened directly after that should not be shared I believe. Now I was left with my uncaring brothers. At the age of 16, they left me on my own and ventured off to restart their deceased lives. I quickly grabbed my worn in bow, and left also. I traveled until I was the age of 17 when I was ambushed by an old human and his pet rat. I gave him a quick dismissal trying to avoid his senile stories. As soon as I was almost out of range, he spoke my father’s name, which quickly caught my attention. When I turned to him, he was gone. In a sort of rage against myself, I went storming off only to trip. When I landed, I quickly jumped up to curse the root that had tripped me. Except for one thing, it was not a root… but a glass arrow. This was no ordinary glass arrow. It was inlaid with gold and green leaves that swirled with those colors, it had 2 off colored leaves on either side, one red and one brown. Inlaid in blue though was elvish writing that said, “Follow the wild spirits, they will lead your path” I sat for hours looking into the arrow. I traveled for another year finally to arrive in Dirimloth forest, where I found the wild spirit. The Spiritual Stag. This is what lead me here to the rangers. Now, I have a new family and I swear to protect all of you, just like my father did for my family. Thank ye for taking me in. ~Ecthelion~ |
Date Joined: Current Status: Mentor's Name: Mentor Pgm. Graduate? Ironwood Ranger Bow Award: Guild Team(s) Joined: Gold Leaf Patch Award: Giant Falcon Award: Ring of the Redwood Award: Taken Period of Solitude? Guild Offices Held: |