Nexusvoid447

My name is Elruin Eithron. I was born in Caras Eldar into a family of five me being the second youngest. We all got along great and had a happy home. We owned a farm on the outskirts of the city. Me and my family worked on it for 7 years then we sold it. After selling the farm my father got involved with the military. Two and a half years later, I came home from fishing with my siblings to find our mother sobbing. Our father and his associates had been raided and either taken or killed by orcs on their way home from work. After this tragedy when I was about 10 my mother died of illness. I was then adopted into an extraordinarily odd group of souls. It consisted of a human Highlander mother and father, three Halflings, a baby and a 10-year-old elf, a human teenager, and me. The family all hated each other, but we managed. We lived in a small house on the border between Krugmar and Renatus. Me and my adoptive dad would often practice firing bows. He was part of The Royal State Army and taught me how to fight. I practiced every day, especially with bows. My mother only adopted me to help with the house chores and such.
When I was about 15 I woke up in the middle of the night to the threatening sound of an orc raid. Outside I saw huge torches and weapons. Our father was gone on work business. The rest of the family turned to me for safety because I was the only one that knew how to fight. The family snuck out the window while I caused a distraction. I did as planned, sneaking on the roof and launching volleys of arrows, many hitting their target. Regardless I was quickly overwhelmed and shot by multiple arrows, fell off the roof and left for dead. The orcs robbed the house, then lit it on fire. I saw multiple of them head into the direction my family tried to escape. When I thought I was dead I heard a horn blow. In the midst of the fire, I saw multiple men come and wipe out the orcs. I can’t remember anything past that, I had blacked out. I awoke to see a wood elf standing over me. I was in a hospital in Caras Eldar. They told me there was no way I should have lived. I begged them not to put me into another family and after some persuasion and a great deal of luck, they agreed to let me train to be an elven ranger.