My name is Mordan, and I am a dark elf born in new magarah'lin. My parents were quite amazing; my father Elacan was a hunter and my mother Inagella was a saleswoman working at a weapon shop. After I was twenty years old, my father started teaching me how to use a sword and a bow. After forty-two years, I was good enough with a sword and bow, so my family let me venture into the world. After ten years of traveling through the world and meeting new peoples and friends, I met a dwarf friend: he was drunk all the time, but he was funny and everyone liked him. I then got to know that my mother died because of some kind of disease. So I went back to new magarah'lin and I found out that we were in the war. My father and I joined the army and I became a soldier. However, my father died in the war. After the war, I was sad and angry, but after a long thirty years I was again somewhat fine. I didn't forget what happened, but I learned to live with it. Now, I am going through Arcas and trying to stay alive. On the way, I found a dog and named it Shadow - he is a good dog. When something isn't right, he knows about it. My life wasn't that bad, but when I remember what happened to my family and what happened in the war, I try to think about the stories the elderly always read to us. Stories about Veluluai and how she got cursed by a god in the Asul Jungle. Anyways, after four years, my house caught on fire and I was trapped inside. I couldn't get out and fainted. When I woke up I found out that I lost some of my memories - I'd forgotten everything I'd known about fighting.