Phosore Beiniadath was born in a cottage in the southern most tip of the crown of the elevenesse. And has spent most of his early life as a farmer often working with his father and assisting with the crop intake to help feed his family. They usually ate a quiet dinner as remembrance for his brother. His brother spent his time getting into trouble with other members and eventually got himself banished from the community for unspeakable acts. This led to his family's demise later on down the road. As Phosore's brother was banished they found new and initiate ways to keep Gargolfz, his brother hidden from the community. As they had a place for him inside the cellar with only little sunlight poking through. One night as phosore lay awake hearing his horses quiet neighs. The usual typical nights at his tiny little cottage. A rustle was heard outside. Phosore put his ear to the hard and cold cobbled wall and listened as he heard mumbled voices. He began to make his way towards the one window near the little kitchen when he heard a jolt of his horses as if they've been startled. He quickly ran outside leaving the heavy wooden door unlocked and cracked partially open for anything to make its way inward to the cottage. As he checked on his horses, each one. LaPlamer and Zeond. He assured them as he spoke to them softly in there ear that they were okay. He ushered for a pail of water he began to hear a quiet elvish scream in the distance. Perhaps from the kingdom of Krugmar. Whatever it was phosore dismissed it. He began to make his way inward only to hear a shriek of terror and anguish as he turned the corner nothing would ever erase the memory that he would see that night. As his brother lay silent and his father and mother stay there on the one single straw mat in terror petrified of the experience he had just witnessed. Just as it started it seemed to end as his brother had began to try to escape the community and had tunneled outside of the cottages basement and towards the town he began to travel only to be chassed back by 2 orc's with which had spears. They began to fire on the brother mistaking him for a adult and ended up hitting his spinal cord. Causing him to have mass pain in his back and only to be carried by horse from now on.
3 days later. Phosore began to move out with the help of his father and brother in search of a better community, They were thinking on travelling to the Kingdom of Norland leaving behind there past and cottage. As the vowed never to touch the south part of the forest again. Here he began to breath a little and relax and smell nature. As this promised new beginnings. His horses both looked refreshed and ready for the day to begin. As it only took a 1 hour walk/ horse ride to the deep thicket his family wishes upon moving into. Beyond the deep thicket lies many trees as which they can live in and start new lives independent from each other but never far away. Here is where phosore found his true happiness and his friends, this is where he is found today at age 19.
