Hayze

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Rakarth immediately sensed a dangerous pressence standing in front of him, he tried to cautiosly fall back from the tent, but his legs felt too heavy to even land a step in the opposite direction than the hag. He noticed a seeping stream of smoke coming from under her robe, when he suddenly started feeling dizzy and fell on his knees. "What are you do---" The dark elf slowly slided down onto the ground, losing conciusness, when the smoke quickly engulfed him in a dreamless slumber, projecting his past in front of the mysterious hag... Rakarth, a dark elf from the enigmatic Paradise of the Lost, hails from the arid town of Kruhso in the land of Ramasar. Born into the sizable Kinsleif family, renowned for their elaborate tattoos and signature red and silver sigils, Rakarth carries his own mark—a tattoo on his left arm that extends across his back. The Kinsleif family tradition was deeply rooted in pride and skill, and each member wore their insignia with honor; Rakarth's piece was an armband on his right elbow, symbolizing his heritage and responsibilities. From an early age, Rakarth was under the stern and watchful eye of his strict father, a master blacksmith. His father was a man of few words and unyielding expectations, teaching Rakarth the art of blacksmithing through rigorous training and discipline. The clang of hammer on anvil was the soundtrack of Rakarth's childhood, and he quickly became proficient, crafting weapons and tools that were both beautiful and deadly. Despite his growing skill, the pressure of his father's demands weighed heavily on him, creating a deep desire for freedom and self-expression. The turning point came when Rakarth forged a magnificent sickle, a masterpiece that outshone even his father's finest works. This achievement brought him recognition and respect, but also sparked resentment and jealousy among his family, especially his father, who saw Rakarth's success as a challenge to his own authority. Realizing that he could never truly grow while remaining in the shadow of his family's expectations, Rakarth made the difficult decision to leave. Determined to forge his own path, Rakarth bid farewell to Kruhso and the lands of Ramasar, carrying with him only his family armband inscribed with the Kinsleif sigil and a few tools of his trade. He embarked on a journey into the unknown, driven by a desire to perfect his craft and discover his true self...

From the mere beginning of his life, Ragram was living with his family in Urguan slums. His father was a pretty mischievious, lazy miner, who would trick his comrades into making their hands dirty, when he would just rest on a nearby rock. He wasn't even there when Ragram was born; was too busy earning some coin, which he loved the most. For the most part the young dwarf was growing up with his two older brothers and his mother, who was taking care of the household and ocassionally patching up local miners, as she had some expertise in first aid. When Ragram was 17, his mother died in a disaster. While venturing into an old mine to aid an old dwarf's wounds, the whole cavern collapsed, trapping everyone in the process. By the time the others dug up the debris, it was way too late to rescue anyone. Next few years were tough, but the young Emberhall finally found his purpose in life – when the rest of his family was sweating it out in the mines, he on the other hand was noticed by a local woodworker. Ragram started venturing into the forests, where he found peace in connecting with nature, and slowly learned how to not hurt himself during chopping down the trunks. He was never a beefy, strong type to begin with. He was pretty pretty fragile for a dwarf, which of course changed with time, hence his new profession. 8 years after the incident regarding his mother, the old Emberhall started seeing some lady, which was kept in secret for some longer period of time. Shortly after his father was bestowed by greed, and during Ragram's absence, it was uncovered that his father was in a big debt for some yet unknown reasons, for what he was hunted by debt collectors. When the young dwedmar came back home, the only thing the found were traces of some fighting that occured some time ago, with all his family missing. Shortly after, he followed to a secluded tavern outside the slums, where his father was mostly vanishing every night. As soon as he arrived, he was presented with a scene of a young, tall woman digging her teeth into his father's neck. His naive father got in love with a Siliti, who used him to gain valuables and more subjects to feed on, when he brought her the most precious jewels he could afford after taking a loan, she wasn't really grateful, as the only thing she wanted in the end was a delicious meal of a dwarf. Ragram quickly grabbed his axe from his back and shoved it's handle into his hand, charging at the woman. He had no idea what was she, no idea at all about her origin. It was no use, as he was quickly overpowered by the creature. Soon after he collapsed on a still burning lamp in the corner of the tavern. Embers traversed across his eyesight as the dark figure was just above him. Floor in front of him bursted into flames, hurting the woman in the process. She quickly ran away, shaking her hand in amok as the sleeve of her robe was on fire. The boy was rescued by a nearby wandering merchant from the elven kingdom, who brought some help shortly after. It has been a year, since Ragram has seen his family for the last time. He was trying to search for his missing brothers, albeit to no avail. He left his old family house, making it a hideout for the homeless and those in need, while he himself wandered off the slums to seek redemption across Almaris, where he could forget about his haunting past.

From the mere beginning of his life, Ragram was living with his family in Urguan slums. His father was a pretty mischievious, lazy miner, who would trick his comrades into making their hands dirty, when he would just rest his butt on a nearby rock. He wasn't even there when Ragram was born; was too busy earning some coin, which he loved the most. For the most part the young dwarf was growing up with his two older brothers and his mother, who was taking care of the household and ocassionally patching up local miners, as she had some expertise in first aid. When Ragram was 17, his mother died in a disaster. While venturing into an old mine to aid an old dwarf's wounds, the whole cavern collapsed, trapping everyone in the process. By the time the others dug up the debris, their crushed bodies were hard to even identify. Next few years were tough, but the young Emberhall finally found his purpose in life – when the rest of his family was sweting it out in the mines, he on the other hand was noticed by a local woodworker. Ragram started venturing into the forests, where he found peace in connecting with nature, and slowly learned how to not hurt himself during chopping down the trunks. He was never a beefy, strong type to begin with. He was pretty pretty fragile for a dwarf, which of course changed with time, hence his new profession. 8 years after the incident regarding his mother, the old Emberhall started seeing some lass, which was kept in secret for some longer period of time. Shortly after his father was bestowed by greed, and during Ragram's absence, sold his two brothers to a trespassing slave traders. When the young dwedmar came back home, the only thing the found were traces of some fighting that occured some time ago. Shortly after, he followed to a secluded tavern outside the slums, where his father was mostly vanishing every night. As soon as he arrived, he was presented with a scene of a young, tall woman digging her teeth into his father's flesh. His naive father got in love with a Siliti, who used him for her own pleasures, when he sold his own sons to bring her the most precious jewels he could afford, where the only thing she wanted was a delicious meal of a dwarf. Ragram quickly grabbed his axe from his back and shoved it's handle into his hand, charging violently at the woman. It was no use, as he was quickly overpowered by the creature. Soon after he collapsed on a still burning lamp in the corner of the tavern. Embers traversed across his eyesight as the dark figure was just above him. Floor in front of him bursted into flames, hurting Siliti in the process. She quickly ran, shaking her hand in amok as the sleeve of her robe was on fire. The boy was rescued by a nearby wandering merchant from the elven kingdom, who brought some help shortly after. It has been a year, since Ragram has seen his family for the last time. He was trying to search for his missing brothers, albeit to no avail. He left his old family house, making it a hideout for the homeless and those in need, while he himself wandered off the slums to seek redemption across Almaris, where he could forget about his haunting past.