Larzul

Name: Larzul VonMarn Race: Human Guild: Ranger

Birthday: 15th day of the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Golden Panther, 352 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

Larzul was the son of a simple farmer in the northern areas of Zoluren. They both lived in a modest home where his father could harvest the crops in amounts suitable for using and selling. His father, a member of the local workers union, was well respected by his peers. When Larzul was in his fifth year, his father brought him to the city of Langenfirth for the first time. He introduced him to Tolle, the
local ranger guildleader there. Larzul was so amazed by him that he immediately started asking all sorts of questions. Chuckling at the little boy's yearning for knowledge, he told Larzul to come back when he was old enough and Tolle would be more than happy to sit with him and talk.

Roughly twelve years later, Larzul, now a young man, was out stacking the bales of hay that his father could no longer lift in his old age. Larzul had been doing this for some time now, probably three or four years. He finished up his chores for the afternoon and started to make his way back into the cabin to start dinner. His father had a keen liking to smoked hog and corn. As larzul started up the ovens, he realized that his father was not in his normal spot at the table where he normally likes to oversee the process. Larzul, a bit suspicious, called out to his father. The calls were followed by silence as Larzul began to call for his father more and more loudly. Larzul made his way to his fathers room where he found him still lying in his
bed. He shook him and told him it was time to eat, but the old man just lied there, unmoving. Larzul folded his fathers arms across his chest, propped his head up on his favorite pillow, and left the room closing the door behind him. He made his dinner for one this night. He took his time, made sure it was perfect, and had his first night alone eating his dinner. Overcome by grief, he took one bite of his smoked hog and then just sat there staring into the tablecloth all through the night.

The next morning it was the first of the month and the local worker unions representitive came by for his monthy dues. However, when he was greeted by Larzul instead of the man he was used to seeing every month, he knew something was wrong. The man, getting back to his business, asked Larzul for his owed three silvers. But, slapping his forhead, Larzul forgot to go into town where they sell their crops. The man, obviously annoyed, agreed to come back later that day to recieve his payment. So, hastily, Larzul tacked his fathers horse and wagon
and loaded up the payload.

On his way into town, Larzul was stopped by the sudden sound of cracking wood. As he turned back, he realized that the wagon had lost a wheel and it was not going to make it to town. He head into town to get help on foot. When he arrived, he first head to the local clerics and told them of his dead father. They agreed to send someone over to pick up the remains and to give him a proper burial, for a price of course. Larzul nodded to them and told them that they would have their money in a little while.

The dues collecter spotted Larzul walking into a small shop with a wagon wheel on the sign. He followed him in to see Larzul speeking to the clerk and pointing to the large wheel behind him. Larzul paid for his purchase and began to roll the large wheel out when he was stopped by the dues collector. He accused Larzul of lying about not having any money and buying a brand new wheel for his wagon. The small encounter finally grew into a full fledged fight. A small crowd began to form and soon the local guards were summoned to stop the scene from progressing. The dues collector, noticing the size of the crowd and knowing his position of power, began to threaten Larzul with violence if the fee was not paid. Larzul took the last three coppers from his pocket and threw them at the man with full force, with one of the coins smacking him right in the forehead. The man, obviously embarrased, told Larzul to watch his back, and walked off muttering loudly to himself and obviously very angry.

Later that day, on his way back home, Larzul noticed a large billow of smoke in the late afternoon sky. As he head towards his house, the stream of blackness got larger and larger until he realized where the smoke was coming from. When he reached his home, he found nothing but an inferno. All of the cattle were either slain or stolen. The tools and equipment were all gone. He began to weep when he realized that his fathers body was still inside, now burning. He dismounted from his horse, removed its tack, and sent it off to run free. He stood there for a while longer watching the sparks fly up and away from the roof before wandering off into the woods.

He made his way to Langenfirth and met up with Tolle. Tolle recognized him immeadiately even after all these years. Larzul asked him the same question he began to ask him so many years ago as if he had rehearsed it time and time again. Tolle told Larzul about the rangers guild and all its greatness. Larzul, enthralled with what he had heard, agreed and so it was.

Larzul never knew his mother.

Last Revised: 01/05/04