Sirithsir The Vengeful

[Briamoth 41]

Name: Sirithsir

Title: None

Gender: Male

Age: 237

Race: Wood Elf

Occupation: None

Hobbies: Archery, Sneaking, Swords, Tracking

History:

Sirithsir was born in Aegis to Elven parents who lived far from any of the other Elves. He had his mother's dark brown hair, but he was born with red eyes, a feature that came from an unknown source. His father suspected that his wife had been with someone else which caused this abnormality. Because of this, his father did not love Sirithsir as much as he had his other son. His brother, Briamoth, abandoned his family when Sirithsir was not yet conceived. His parents, however, told him of how his brother had left them without so much as a note. They always spoke sadly when they mention him and Sirithsir began to feel sorry for his parents. As Sirithsir grew older, he began to feel hatred towards his brother for crushing his parents.

He began to track animals day after day in hope of finding his brother and exacting revenge. His father, an expert in archery, no longer felt like teaching his other son the skills he had taught Briamoth. Sirithsir, instead, taught himself both archery and swordsmanship looking to better his brother should they ever have to fight. His mother taught him a small amount of the Common Tongue, but not like she had done with Briamoth.

Sirithsir always felt that his parents did not share the love for him as they had for Briamoth, which was another reason for the hatred that swelled inside of him. He trained hard against the monsters of Aegis, easily tracking, slaying, and taking the treasures of them. It was a fact that Sirithsir was a true warrior that had no love for nature like his brother. He was filled with hate for his brother and that spurred him for a long while.

At long last, he heard that his brother had been seen in a city called Laurelin in a princedom called Malinor. He eventually found this place and searched all around the city for his brother looking to kill him. He was unsuccessful for quite a while, yet no one was aware of his presence to his highly adequate ability to sneak around. He was able to avoid the Undead as they attacked all of Aegis by hiding in the wilderness right outside of Laurelin.

Then, after all hope seemed lost, word of a new land spread across Aegis. Sirithsir, knowing his brother hated fighting, decided to board the ships there in hope of tracking his brother and quenching his thirst for revenge. Then, he finally saw him. He looked exactly like his father. Long blonde hair and green eyes with fair skin. There was no doubt it was him and Sirithsir immediately began his hunt.

The ships had docked in Laurelin, ready to take anyone to the new land. Sirithsir was able to find his brother boarding a ship and boarded shortly after him. He tried to keep his distance as not to draw attention to himself. The ship finally arrived in the new land and Briamoth made his way onto the land. He veered away from the rest of the crowd. He's making this too easy. Sirithsir tracked his brother from a safe distance waiting for the proper opportunity. His brother decide to rest in a clearing, his face to the sky.

Sirithsir made his way towards the clearing making as little noise as possible. He stood over his brother a shadow now covering his face. The sudden change of light made Briamoth aware of someone else's presence. He opened his eyes, puzzled at the sight of the man he had seen earlier on the ship. Sirithsir held his blade at Briamoth's neck and nearly nicked him as he rose from his resting position. He was astounded at how little Briamoth had remembered of his training.

"You should be more careful. All of the farming has gotten to your head, hasn't it? Made you forget all of your training."

Sirithsir's voice was soft but was very authoritative.

"Who are you?" Briamoth managed to stutter.

"Let's just say that I'm closer to you than you might think. You say you've never seen me before which means I've done my job."

"Your job? What are you talking about?"

"Is it really that hard to tell? Maybe if I removed this hood?" The other Elf replied in an annoyed tone. He removed his hood and he saw no change in Briamoth's puzzled look.

"Since you're obviously still in the dark, maybe I'll enlighten you."

Sirithsir felt the anger of all these years come across his face as he lifted his blade. He dropped it swiftly across Briamoth's neck. His head rolled down the small incline and landed at the Elf's feet.

"By the way, my name is Sirithsir and that's for abandoning our parents."

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