Aworldwithoutdanger

Born in a small farming community to the south of Oren, Theon was raised of the stories of the great men of the faith like his ancestors Fabian Verosi the Lesser. When he was three his mother died bringing forth a stillborn child. This lead his father to isolate them in a cottage deep in the /woods/. Being raised in Isolation gave little time for the stories he loved so much but gave ample opportunity for work to grow his strength. Knowing one day he would have to take over this farm from his father he gave up on his hopes of joining the church far-fetched as they were. The first twenty years of his life passed in the same dull monotony. Planting the fields, tending the few animals they had, and hunting for what meat they could find. It was returning from one of these hunting trips that he saw the pillar of smoke rising over the trees in the clearing where his house should be. Rushing to his home he finds it ablaze he hurried inside to find his father sitting calmly in his chair as the house burned around them. Theon grabbed up his father dragging him from the burning house and leaving him in the grass outside. Going back into the smoke filled house to see what he could save he found very little, a small locket that had been his mothers. As he rushed to leave the house a beam from the roof crashed down on to him. He screamed for his fathers help but none came. He managed to lift the beam off himself gravely burning his left hand in the process. Theon stumbled out of the house coughing and wheezing to find his father laying right where he left his. Though his father was still breathing he would not respond to any prodding from Theon. Putting together a sled he drug his father to the nearest farm and from there to the city of Oren where they know reside In a dockside in. Know doing everything he can to keep he and his father alive as an illiterate farm boy in this world that is so unfamiliar to him.