Aeslir was born to a humble family of Forest Dwarves from outside the City of Haelun'or in Axios in the year 1574. His clan, the Durrathin, had grown poor and desperate in the early days on the continent of Axios, and so Aeslir's father Arton led raiding parties closer and closer to the High Elven city, desperate for food. Eventually the raiding party was caught, and the high elves led a raiding party of their own to destroy the root of the problem, the settlement of the Durrathin. Nearly all of the clan was wiped out on that day, including Aeslir's father and mother. However, one of the High Elves, a man by the name of Para'quin Ervalar, took pity on the toddler Aeslir, and secreted him away to his home. There Aeslir lived as a servant for his youth, being raised alongside Para'quin's sons, Para'tan and Para'shin, and his daughter Para'la. Here he learned to fight with grace and speed, but more importantly he learned all manner of knowledges, from military to scholarly. However, after several decades the High Elf nobility learned of their arrangement, and many of them were aghast at a dwarf being raised alongside noble high elves. They sent armed guards to Para'quin's home, attempting to seize Aeslir and make an example of him in front of all of Haelun'or. However, Para'quin would not have it. He fought the guards off singlehandedly, providing Aeslir the time he needed to escape Haelun'or. Aeslir knows not what happened to his adoptive father, nor his adoptive siblings, but he can only think that they must be dead, or worse. For the past nearly two decades Aeslir has wandered the wilds, searching for some semblance of meaning with both his true family and his adoptive family dead or missing. He tattooed in black and red ink upon himself the stories he had learned of his clan, the Durrathin, as well as tales of his adoptive family and their bravery. These tattoos are both in the language of his forebears and the language of his adopters. When the last of his ink had run dry, Aeslir had decided upon a course of action. He was to go out into the world, and learn what there was to know of it. He was to train, in body and mind, for the coming storm. Then, he was going to write a new tale upon his skin. The tale of Aeslir Durrathin-Ervalar, Man of Two Worlds.

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