Nirael was born into a family of 5 others in Haelun'or. His dad, his mom and his siblings. (1 sister and 2 brothers) At his birth Nirael suffered his first loss with his birth bring the death of his mother. His father was a soldier a good swordsman in his own right. 2 years later as Nirael grew up news came from a battle against a small raiding party of Orcs and goblins. His father and both his brothers were captured. 5 years later they weren't returned and presumed dead leaving Nirael with his elder sister who was a great archer. Nirael lived in peace for a while with his sister as she took care of him. At the time Nirael turned 15 his sister had left him with nothing to pursue a new life of riches just to die to bandits 2 years later. Nirael who had traveled around nearby elf lands never found a permanent home till he made his way over a small orc and goblin camp who were overtaken by plague. He had taken the small riches he could find and went back home to Haelun'or where he would have enough to survive till he was 18. At his name day of 18 Nirael made a vow to avenge his family by killing the impure green beast that killed his family and imprisoned his brothers and father.
Nirael made his way into the inn of Haelun'or to go and rest. He was met by the innkeeper who told him today was his last night at the inn. Nirael had no more coin.
"I understand...i will be gone by noon..." Nirael answered to her.
Nirael made his way into the inn and slept through the night like it was the last night he'd ever sleep. The next morning he left the inn and made his to the market to buy some supplies for the road as today marked the day he would leave and let his name be known. Nirael with his last coin bought food and a rusty iron blade. As he went to the gate a guard stopped him.
"Do you know when you will return from the road?" The guard asked him. Nirael looked at the guard and says.
"I wont be back for a while...my place here ends...i wish you good fortunes."

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