Annumben was raised in Talivna'maehr's high district by his eccentric hoarding father. His childhood was spent in his father Taethedir's antique & arcane book store, reading tomes & scripture pertaining to the old world and it's inhabitants. Annumben's head was filled with wonder of the other cultures and people, he dreamed of exploring Atlas writing about all the people who inhabited it and break his cultural isolation within the High Elven city. His father however wished that his only child would become a chief librarian of the Eternal library, which was a boon to Annumben's interests in literature and history, but destroyed any chance of him ever leaving the confines of Talivna'maehr.
Annumben's adolescence was spent buried in books studying towards becoming the unparalleled lore master that his father so desperately desired him to become, He'd also help keep the shop running. This gave him little time to ever make friends in school until he became 28. Even the friends he did make he felt he couldn't keep given his strict lifestyle and constant desire to abandon it all and live a live of an adventurer. As Annumben hit his adulthood his father grew to the age of 978 and started showing signs of mental degradation, Annumben decided to drop most his dreams of exploring the culture of Atlast past what he could find in the lower district of Talivna'maehr to take care of his father and continue studying.
His father began isolating himself from everything, hiding away in his study only to inquire on Annumben's education every so often. Taethedir's book store started to become taboo to the local and rarely got a visitor, forcing Annumben to start part time work as a bard in a tavern in the lower district to make ends meet. There he met many adventurous who'd tell their tales of distant lands to the young elf; like flame to a moth Annumben's passion for adventure began to reignite.
Now 83 years old, Annumben tires of his fathers antics and working in the dying business he had lived his entire life. The sing-song of drunken dwarves at the tavern reminiscing of their moutain & cavern homes spurred Annumben with the drive to leave Talivna'maehr in search of a grand venture. He came home entering his father's dim lit study ready to tell of his decision to leave, but his fathered had vanished. All that was left were pages upon pages of scripture with crude scrawlings of alien runes and scribbles, some going off the paper and continuing onto the desk. Pulling down the sheet that covered the window revealed more feverishly scribbled symbols all over the walls. Old tomes Annumben had never seen were torn apart and their pages plastered to the walls. Without a clue what to do, Annumben spent the rest of the year trying to read and salvage what he could and sell the old museum so he could move on with his life.
A year later with the passion to explore the land abroad and still no hint on where his father might be, Annumben decides to leave the city he called home.
