Born in what seems worlds away,The Telals called Linandria home. Leoven was raised knowing the stories of those who came before, a great nomadic people and the urge of adventure kept him awake at night. His father was a simple woodworker who specialized in find dinnerware, often bought by traveling humans and novelty items of their travels. His mother spent much of her time wanderign the woods looking for materials for her husband to work with. Often times Leoven would accompany her not only for the thrill of exploration but her loved watching her among the wildlife. To this day he still swears she could speak to them as you may speak to a family member. war waged across the lands but the Telals remained a peaceful and pacifist brood. As the decades passed Leoven learned much from his father in the art of woodworking and much of the wilderness from his mother. When he became just short of a man himself he crafted his own bow and from there nothing kept him from the forests, not even the glowing lights of the fire which consumed his family’s home, and his family. Word of migration spread and the next five decades seemed to pass in a night, the darkness in his heart consumed him until word sprung about of a land called Arcas whispered in the wind. Tired of dwelling in his past Leoven packs his essentials, namely his bow that had been at his side longer than most humans walk the ground he sets off on a new journey.
