Lokvank

He was born in 1727 in a place between Renatus and Haense. His family was not poor but not that rich either. His mother was a merchant and his father worked for the ruler of this folk as a guard. The tradition of the region was that the office had to be inherited by the child when they grow up and Albrecht was the only child of his father. Everything was going very well until something happened. When he turned sixteen he had to be able to fight with a sword. One day he was walking to his fighting lessons as every other day but one thing was different. Every single person he walked by was looking bad to him. Of course he didn´t understand what was happening. He went back home and he couldn´t believe what he was seeing. His mother was crying and his father was trying to hug her and telling excuses about something Albrecht couldn´t understand. He tried to ask something but his mother started shouting at him and his father told him to wait outside. Once his father came and explained Albrecht what was happening he just couldn´t stand the tears. All this time he had not been the son of the person he once called mother but of a curonian peasant. He was a bastard. This event changed his life completely. He wouldn´t be this legendery soldier he wanted to be. Nobody around him wanted his presence. He just wasn´t able to live in this world. This made him to the cold and callous person he is now.

He was born in 1593, approximately at the same time when Grand King Algoda Frostbeard was captured by the Holy Orenian Empire, in a forest in Axios. Not a normal forest, one forgotten years ago. At some point elves lived there in what could be peace, although some more veterans could already perceive a certain tension in the environment. A tension that indicated war. And indeed, the war came. At the worst time, like every war. If the war had caught the family in a well-defended siege, with guards and stuff, maybe all would have been all right. But it was not the case. The misfortune in which they lived wanted luck to be exchanged with death. This was how, hours later, a group of humans, guided by the shrieks, found the baby, miraculously alive, as left in any way next to the burned bodies of what, they supposed, would be his parents. They decided to welcome it, at least for the moment. The years passed and the baby became a being somewhat different from the others. He was taller and a bit more muscular by nature and the physical sharpness of his ears soon showed. Worker, he helped in what he could. At first everything was normal, without too many setbacks. The group was made up of merchants, so it was not difficult at all to learn the work. What I did not imagine is the importance it would have in the future. At first he suspect nothing. It was a regular day in 1706. Until, the oldest, a man of quite advanced age, pounced, tearing at his chest. It was not a very surprising act, everyone in the group knew that this particular man was half insane. What was surprising was when someone sane shouted that he wanted it too, which turned the few square meters into a pool of blood. Vulmon, surprised, learned, thanks to one of the last dying, that what they had wanted was their immortality, despite not knowing how to take it off. Desolate, he went to the recently founded city of Kal’Varoth. There, bine received, learned about the values of mountain minerals. Given his ability to trade, he worked with the dwarves for a while, until his full elf form made some of the dwarfs with more stamp decide not to have him among them. Finally, he went to Sutica, where he adopted the merchant nomadic lifestyle and used it to live.

He was born in 1593 in a forest. Not a normal forest, one forgotten years ago. At some point elves lived there in what could be peace, although some more veterans could already perceive a certain tension in the environment. A tension that indicated war. And indeed, the war came. At the worst time, like every war. If the war had caught the family in a well-defended siege, with guards and stuff, maybe all would have been all right. But it was not the case. The misfortune in which they lived wanted luck to be exchanged with death. This was how, hours later, a group of walkers, guided by the shrieks, found the baby, miraculously alive, as left in any way next to the burned bodies of what, they supposed, would be his parents. They decided to welcome it, at least for the moment. The years passed and the baby became a being somewhat different from the others. He was taller and a bit more muscular by nature and the physical sharpness of his ears soon showed. Worker, he helped in what he could. At first everything was normal, without too many setbacks. The group was made up of merchants, so it was not difficult at all to learn the work. What I did not imagine is the importance it would have in the future. At first he suspect nothing. It was a regular day. Until, the oldest, a man of quite advanced age, pounced, tearing at his chest. It was not a very surprising act, everyone in the group knew that this particular man was half insane. What was surprising was when someone sane shouted that he wanted it too, which turned the few square meters into a pool of blood. Vulmon, surprised, learned, thanks to one of the last dying, that what they had wanted was their immortality, despite not knowing how to take it off. Desolate, he went to dwarf lands. There, bine received, learned about the values of mountain minerals. Given his ability to trade, he worked with the dwarves for a while, until his full elf form made some of the dwarfs with more stamp decide not to have him among them. Finally, he went to Sutica, where he adopted the merchant nomadic lifestyle and used it to live.