My name is Mordan, i am a Dark elf Born in a city name Magaralin, city That was built by our ancestors in Era Of The Magaralin. My parents were amazing peoples, my father Elacan was a Hunter and my mother Inagella was saleswoman she was working at a weapon shop. after i was 20 y.o. my father started teaching me how to shoot from a bow and a swordmanship, after 42 years i mastered swordman ship and shooting from bow and then i did go to world. After few years when i traveled trough the world meeting new peoples and friends, i getted to know that my parents were killed by the Old God Poison. So i did go back to Magaralin and i got to know that we were in war. i wanted revenge so i joined and i became a soldier. After the war i was sad and angry but after long 30 years i was again at someways fine, i didnt forget what happend, but i learned how to live with it. Now i am going trough the World trying to stay alive.
Mordan looked in the gentleman’s eyes *shakes his hand* and start talking. ”Good day, sir. I am here in this amazing city to start a new life. You see, my family is dead, so I decided to travel through the world and find some peaceful place to live an amazing life. But it seems that I have somewhere to be in a moment, so I prey you a good day Sir, and goodbye.” Then Mordan goes deep inside the city.
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