H4rra

My youth was spent living in tranquility in my homeland, working the fields and dedicating my early years to the worship of Velulaei, until the disputes between elves and humans began. Human raids began, and during one of those, I was captured and sold off to the Empire as a slave. Sold off from place to place, I worked various hard jobs and learned how to fight and live on my own, not depending on anyone. My prayers were left unheard, and I lost faith in Velulaei, believing to be left alone on this time of hardship. Other elves talked of escape, and it became a frequent thought of mine, clouding my thoughts whenever I wasn't forced to work and finding it's way into my dreams and nightmares. Five years later, during a drunken bar-fight between two Imperial guards, I had my chance to escape during the commotion, where I stole a cloak and ran through the gates while the guards were distracted. Some saw me, but were probably too tired or amused by the fight to stop me, so I was able to escape. Hiding my ears and covering my face, I made my way to Arcas, where I heard of a city called Vira'Ker, a safe heaven for Mali'Ker, hoping to find refuge there.

my days as living in my peace and quiet in my home at Vira'Ker. then one day the imperials came and attack us and i got captured and was force to join there army (5 years later) i was in a fight and got knocked out. i woke up to find the clothes have been taken and that my head really hurts and i cant remember where i am or who i was. i go around and ask people where i am and they keep telling me im in the human city. i find a rug on the floor and put it on to cover my ears and hide my skin as i try and find my way out the city. as i find my way out the city some guards shout at me and i run out the gate and run to the forest and climb up the tree trying to remember who i am.