Shannodoah I was born in Arthe Dale inside a very small one room knoll. My mother was an Empath, my father a Cleric. Neither of them had much time to spend with me while I was growing up, due to their duties. They felt a constant need from the people, so we grew apart. When both of my parents were killed during the invasion of the followers of the World Dragon, the Dragon Priests were everywhere the eye could see. Not big enough to fight, not strong enough to help the dead, it was all I could do to hide. Looking around, I found my way into the sewers of the Crossing. Hiding down there, I found secret passages leading to places unknown to most around Elanthia. I met a Gor'Tog there that took me under his wing, and taught me the ways of the shadowed people. He was a huge fellow. Never have I seen such a big Gor'Tog. Not only was he strict in his teachings, but also with his quality of morals. He taught me to be kind to those in need, because you will also need that help. He taught me that the young are always in need of guidance, so they may not stray far from the path of what standards the brotherhood of the shadowed people keep. He set his standards high, very high. If you couldn't cut it, he sent you walking. No back talk or he would just slap a stiletto in your face. It took years for me to get to know what he expected from me, but one day it just hit me like a stack of bricks. All he expected from me was to follow one set of rules: take only what you need, not to be greedy; defend yourself, but don't boast; help those that are around you, because you know you've been there, or you will be there again one day. |
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