Iam Tiger Elf, Mage/Ranger
My earliest memories are
of a warm and unusual home. My mother, a beautiful enchantress,
would entertain me for hours with tricks. My favorite was her
sending sparks of flame and ice flying around the yard.
My father
was a fearsome man. Many in the village referred to him as
"that Warlock", but to me he was a loving and caring
father.
As I grew, it was apparent that I had unusually strong
magical powers. Soon I was able to cast spells of destruction
myself. I remember my parents talking about an evil mage, how it
was known in their circle that he had usurped the power of the
land away from its rightful ruler. No one dared to move against
him. I vowed to avenge the Mages evil against the innocent
villagers.
One day in my twentieth year, a courier arrived at my
house with the news that a powerful hero had killed the evil Mage
and restored the rightful Emperor to the throne. Even my gruff
father nearly wept with joy at the news. The courier also brought
the news that there would be a great celebration in Imperial City
and that all the people who had worked secretly to depose the
evil Mage were invited.
After the courier left, I asked my parents
if I could go to the celebration. My mother and father looked
concerned and explained that there was not enough gold for all
three of us to make the trip. Downcast, I tried to hide my
disappointment. My father, however, turned to me and said that it
was time I made my own way in the world. He gave me a cuirass and
a very unusual staff and sent me on my way to the Imperial City
and the celebration.
After many days of travel, I approached the
capital of the realm, the Imperial City. I noticed a small band
of travelers only a short distance in front of me. As I was about
to hail them, they were attacked by brigands who had been lying
in wait in the woods along the road. I rushed to help. As I approached, one of the brigands raised his short
sword to strike me. In a natural reflex, I tried to deflect the
blow with the staff my father gave me. As the sword struck the
staff, a great bolt of lightning erupted from it and both weapons
shattered. The brigands and the travelers all stopped and stared
at me. As the thunder subsided, the brigands ran back into the
woods.
I was mobbed by the travelers who thanked me profusely for
saving them, they were members of the Imperial Family who had been visiting
in the country and were returning to the Imperial City for the
celebrations. They insisted that I come with them to the palace
and have an audience with the Emperor.
The Emperor was very
impressed by my bravery and knew my family as loyal supporters of
the Empire. He presented me with an ebony dagger. The
celebrations continued for weeks, and the Emperor often called on
me for informal talks. When I was not in audience with the
Emperor, I usually spent my time learning how to talk tough with
the Imperial City locals.
One night I was called to the Emperor's
presence in a manner such that I knew the business was serious.
He met me in his study and there told me he had a favor to ask.
The details of that favor, I am unable to tell you of, but know
this, I have been sent to this world to worship Lorna, Goddess of the Flying Tigers, and aide the Tigers in
whatever manner Lorna sees fit. I hope to one day complete my mission and return home to my family. But until then HAIL LORNA and ALL TIGERS.
Iam Tiger Elf, Mage/Ranger
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