My story begins when I was born, My name is Tarron, My mom (Alea) died when She was giving birth to Me, so that left My Father (Erred) a single parent. Erred let Me be a child until I was five years old, and then I had to learn Aspectism (the ritual worship of the two gods of the wild) and with that I also had to learn how to hunt, and gather food. Even though I has trained I was still the weakest of all the mali'ame, When I was ten when My Father Erred went to fight for His people. When I Found out I decided to become as strong as My father, And I trained everyday, and at the same time I studied Aspectism. I never had a friend until I met Keya Aewynn, I met Her when I was training in the mountains by Sutica. We would always say that we would be part of the strongest guilds together, and that's why I wanna be in a strong guild. We were friends until I was 17, When I was 17 me and Keya got in trouble with and orc, He was big and nasty. We got into a brawl I was not badly injured but injured non the less, but Keya she drawled her last breath that day. And that day I was always scared of orcs after I saw what they could do to one elf. today I turned 18 I am now old enough to set off and go on my journey to become part of the strongest guilds.
Tarron would step off the boat smiling at the city, He would then approach the bazaar, peering amongst the oddities and ends before him, then being interrupted by the “Very Well-Dressed Men”. He would feel underdressed compared to the “Very Well-Dressed Men” before mustering enough courage to reply. “Hello sir, this is a very lovely city your in, I’m here to recruit people for my guild that I am making, to meet people and to gain a wider amount knowledge on the world.” Tarron would often move his hands in amongst the conversation, when he was nervous, he would also start smiling warningly. Tarron would then ask for the tavern and once he got the information he would then head off to his destination.
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