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Post by Alandia on Jan 3, 2017 17:25:55 GMT -6
Born in the free city of Greyhawk to Jacob Dawnstar ,a half-elf ranger and Thea Stormbringer a elven mage from the Emerald forest on a cold winter morning along with her twin brother also dubbed Malek only minutes behind her ,childhood was never boring. Her father the reason she became a ranger ,her love for the forest and the animals the dwelled there made this choice easy. Her brother on the other hand was a constant strain on her parents , his impatiens with his gifts as a magic user was always an issue and seemed to get her into more trouble than he did. But she loved him and their bond was strong .
Once she started on her path as ranger she spent more and more time with her father and less time with her brother.In her fourth year of working as a ranger her father started traveling with an old friend ,Byron Blackwell as a body guard. This left her more time with her mother and she learned to speak her mothers native tongue fluently.
Her brother once again became the only constant in her life . His magic skills were improving but he still took to many risks.One day on returning home from a long trek in the forest she found her brother unconscious on the floor of their small home. None of the local healers could figure out what was wrong with him. In desperation Alandia went to Byron Blackwell's home in Greyhawk,luckily both him and her father were there.
Byron was an odd and quite human but her father had told her if ever she needed help he was the one to trust. Byron entered her brothers mind and quickly figured out what mischief he was attempting and brought her sibling back to her. It was then she swore a debt to Byron vowing to protect him and his family until he needed her no more.This is where her journey begins............
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Post by Alandia on Jan 23, 2017 15:09:37 GMT -6
Growing up was fun, always places in the woods to play, my brother hated it but Sorrin and I always had fun playing hide and seek. Father would complain at us about going to deep into the forest afraid we would lose our way, but I always seemed to know which way to go to return safely.One day while playing we had just sat down on a fallen tree to eat a snack mother made us when this small ball of fur slamed into Sorrin knocking him over and stealing his sandwhich. Sorrin let out a screech and I laughed then I noticed the wolf pup, scrawny and half starved by the looks of him.I knelt down and offered my ham to him cooing at him in a soft voice ,the pup looked at me sideways and then crawled on his belly to me and took the offered food. Sorrin told me not to touch him that he might bite my hand, but luckily that didn't happen. After feeding him our lunch we headed back home and that little pup followed us all the way back never going more than a few inches from my heels.When we got home father was surprised by our new friend, he hid behind me and growled at dad. Father figured he was maybe three or four months old ,probably abandoned by his pack because of his small size and damaged ear.He told me I could keep him but I had to be his new mother and keep him out of trouble. This was the beginning of my friendship with Ferrel and one more reason why my father set me on the path of becoming a ranger.
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Post by Alandia on Jan 24, 2017 16:48:41 GMT -6
Ahh twelve years old,such an awkward age for me and a disappointment for my mother when I put aside my dresses for a pair of my brothers breeches . Father and Sir Byron went on another one of their jaunts so Sorrin should be visiting soon.He has been quiet and broody lately, I guess being 17 makes men that way.I have to work much harder to get him to joke or play.Even letting him win at wrestling only makes him get all serious. I tried showing him ranger signs in the woods,all I get is a serious look and "where?,I don't see anything".Father taught me to read them, most people don't notice them as they blend in so they look natural, most mark trails or point out dangerous paths.
Sorrin has shown me his talents to, like moving objects with his mind, boy did I wear that trick out fast, but my absolute favorite one is he can talk to me without saying a word. I can hear his words inside my head. He taught me how to relax enough so he can hear my mind too,but only the things I want him to hear.We must look funny sitting staring at each other for hours not saying anything ,at least Ferrel thinks so and oftens jumps on both of us to make us quit.
When I turned 15 I saw less and less of Sorrin because father would take me on trips with seasoned rangers. I found out very quickly that the fledgling did most of the grunt work, fetching firewood, setting camp and cooking.The thing I learned the quickest on these trips is that senor rangers know nothing about hygiene, baths were for babies , I swear I think they actually held contests to see which one smelled the worse.I did however learn to shoot a bow,find the best wood for arrows,and to field dress anything edible.
I paired up with Old Walker a few times ,a grizzled old man with a nasty scar on his face, {no matter how many times I asked how he got it the answer was always more unbelievable than the last}he showed me a lot about tracking,judging size and weight of prey and men, or whether they were injured or not by how the track looked.He also taught me bird calls,rangers use these to signal each other in the wilds.
Leroy the younger was always trying to get me off alone to teach me something he couldn't explain around the others. When my father explained to me what he was referring to after turning beet red all the way to my ears, I went with him . I returned alone to camp 15 minutes later and sat by the fire after a few strange looks from the others my father asked where Leroy was. I informed them that he was hog tied to a tree groaning from the boot to his groin I gave him.Walker said to leave him till morning and it served him right.I became one of them that night a ranger in my own right able to take care of myself if necessary, father was very proud of me.
For the most part I learned the value of silence when traveling,to listen and to mothers dismay some very colorful phases like "I'm as cold as a witches tit" and even though I really didn't get that one I still got sent to my room without supper for it.
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Post by Alandia on Feb 11, 2017 9:25:17 GMT -6
Father was spending more time with Sir Byron and although they never spoke of what they were doing together I had the feeling it was very dangerous.Mother hated it when they were gone for months at a time but I did get to spend time with Sorrin.Except one month when my mother decided it was time for my brother and I to meet our elven grandparents.They were cornual but we could tell our half blood would mean we would never truly be accepted into this world. They were however kind enough to tell us of our eleven heritage even if we could never be a part of it.Grandmother was a bit more excepting of us but I think that was because of her mother instinct ,we were after all her only grandchildren. My brother and I were more than happy to leave there and return to our cottage in the woods.
The summer after my 16th birth year was wonderful ,well I thought so anyway. Sorrin was always around since father and Byron were off on an adventure again.My brother,Malek was off doing mage stuff (I think he was most likely getting into trouble) .Sorrin and I spent every minute of our time together, mostly we talked about what we wanted to do with our lives.But tragedy struck my family that autumn with the unexpected death of my father. Lord Byron returned to our cottage alone and told my mother of his passing. My mother was consumed with grief for months and finally unable to cope went to live with her parents at the Emerald Elf Embassy. My brother and I were now alone, except the occasional visit from Sorrin and his father .One evening before my 17th year Lord Byron came to the cottage to inform us of our mother leaving Greyhawk with her parents to return to the Emerald Lands.All we had left of her was a letter and a medallion of Corellon.She wished us well but explained that she couldn't face losing us to our short lives as she did our father.She would live for hundreds of years and must return to her homelands.Sorrin comforted me during this with his friendship and I am sure Lord Byron did something to us to ease our thoughts for Malek and I seemed to forget rather quickly the pain we were feeling.
In the spring of the following year Sorrin asked me to become his body guard on an adventure,much like the deal our fathers had with each other.So off we went on little quests for that spring and most of the summer till one evening when Sorrin awoke telling me he felt something strange and so began our journey towards Gomente.
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