Post by Ryse on Nov 30, 2017 16:45:30 GMT -6
Trithereon is my father. No not by blood, but he has guided me and took me in as one of his own. When I was born it was made clear that I was the bastard child of a human woman and an affluent male elf. Not wanting the burden of a child my father left to go back to the hole he came from and my mother dropped me off at the church of Trithereon in Greyhawk. Liberty, individuality, retribution, and self-defense- these are the words I was taught to live by as I grew up. I trained for years in mind, body, and soul. Practiced every day to become a protector of the people in ways my church going instructors could not. My axes are sharp, carefully crafted and inscribed with my teachings. They are gifts bestowed upon me by my priests. My bow, strong and unyielding, crafted with my own hands swiftly brings my foes to their knees. With these weapons at my side all those who wish to en-slave others will cower as the hands of Trithereon crashes down on them. To continue my lessons I left the church to help those that need me. I crafted my home in the carin hills west of Greyhawk in a dense patch of forest that I have come to call the Greenwood. My log home resides partly in a cave and it has everything i need to survive. My home proves to be a base camp. I became a survivor, a hunter, a warrior. I traveled to far places picking up what I needed as I went. I do not miss the city one bit, it is far to controlling, far to oppressive. The wilderness is freedom in its truest form. Life in the wild does not oppress, doesn't have greed, life in the wild is a circle, never ending.
