Tide Falkmoor was born on the 5th day of Malin’s Welcome, 1698. When he was still a baby, his people left the realm of Atlas. As a result, the only realm that Tide remembers is Arcas. Tide grew up in the Kingdom of Renelia-Gladewynn. His father was a member of the Vanvir clan. His father followed the religion of the Kervira.
While he was young, his father, a strict dark elf by the name of Norn, taught Tide to respect him and his ancestors. Norn Falkmoor was a well-known elf that wished above all else to retain and grow his families honor and reputation. He would promote an image in public of silent control and power. However, Tide secretly despised his father. Not because he didn’t believe in the importance of family, but because he considered his father a hypocrite who only cared about what others saw and not about his actual character.
As a result, when Tide was only 24 years old he left the land of his people to travel and learn about the world. While traveling, he met a wood elf by the name of Dorgon in the Shade Marshes. Dorgon was an exiled wood elf that had been thrown out of wood elf society because he killed two other wood elves. Dorgon took Tide in and taught him sword fighting. Tide, an impressionable young elf who despised his father quickly began to consider Dorgon more of a father figure than Norn.
While in Drogon’s care, Tide’s view of the world shifted. He began to believe that the world was chaotic and needed guidance. He had come to the conclusion that his role in life would be to right the wrongs of his people and of every other species. As a result, a thirst for power grew deep within Tide’s soul. This thirst was coupled with anger against people like his father who lied about who they were. To Tide Falkmoor, the worst thing a person could do was be dishonest. He vowed to one day return to his people and return them to the ways of their ancestors, which he believed his people had strayed from. He also denounced the Kervira religion of his father. He now does not believe in a greater power because if he did, he’d have to recognize that some of his actions or planned actions would not be accepted by that religion.
When he was 35 years old, after 11 years in Drogon’s care, a terrible thing happened. While out hunting, they met a strange beast which neither of them had ever seen before. The beast attacked Drogon, who was very old even by elvish standards. Drogon was too slow. The beast clawed him before Tide could beat it back. It ran whimpering into the forest. Drogon died there on the forest floor within minutes.
Tide, blinded by anger, believed this to be the proof that the world need to be fixed. He left the forest, determined to return to his peoples land and claim his position among them. As he left, he was ambushed by a group of four high elves who were adventuring. They captured him and, believing him to be sub-intelligent and impure, made him their slave. Even though they were on a trip, they wanted Tide to serve them.
For 5 years, Tide was forced to follow this group around. One night, determined to finally escape their control, he decided to try and escape. He managed to get more then 100 feet away from them when he changed his mind. Tide did not consider himself a coward. Instead of running into the night he returned. He took one of their sword and killed all four of them while they slept. With this act he ensured that during the rest of his life, he would seek power through the use of methods that wouldn’t always be noble or honorable. This was also the only time he would ever kill anyone unnecessarily out of vengeance.
After escaping and killing his capturers, Tide returned to his people and Renelia.
“Hello, my dear sir. Your city is certainly lovely. I don’t think I have ever seen anything like it before.” I give a small smile to the man. “As for your question, I don’t seek any of those things. My sole goal in your beautiful city is to find that which ails it and right it as to better the world.”
The man might respond: “seems to me as if you seek wealth, position, and adventure all at once. My dear fellow, might it be better to choose your goal with more precision? You seem to be setting your sights a little too high.” The man let loose a booming laugh.
I wait until he is finished laughing before I answer, “I don’t presume to know the ways of your city, but where I come from those that set their sights too high are often rewarded more so then those with little ambition. I pause as I give the man a sly smile. my goals seem simple enough to me and I would consider any help a great asset. Indeed, those that help me often find that I am a very useful friend to have. What are your ambitions... my friend?”
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