Character 9 - Elf Ranger
You grew up in the region north of the Feywood that the Humans call the "Central Plains". There are a number of small enclaves of Elves on the plains, some of them have been here since before the Great Strife - when the lands were part of the great Feywood forest. But your family has not always lived here. They are among those that call themselves the Free Elves, not bounded by any Forest. You have inherited their curiosity and desire to experience all of the wonders of nature that the gods provided on Cartyrion.
You have a particular affinity for the many smaller creatures that inhabit the lands. As you grew up, you developed an affinity for the rabbits, weasels, ferrets, raccoons, and other wildlife that made homes in the plains or the many small copses of trees that dot the terrain. These creatures sense that you are not a threat to them and you are happiest when you are alone except for your furry, four-legged friends. At the insistence of your parents, you learned to use a longbow, and always carried one with you when you went on your "walks", but you have never been able to bring yourself to use it on an innocent animal in the plains or forest. The animals - even the bears of the forest and boars of the plains, never gave you reason to. Your parents and the other elves in your village of Elderwood were never surprised to see you wander in from the grasslands with a bird on your shoulder, or a groundhog lumbering along after you.
They were surprised, though, on the day you were followed home by a lone grey wolf. This creature had approached you while you were sitting beneath a tree at the edge of the Lonely Woods a few miles outside of town. It simply walked up to you and laid by your feet. It didn't appear to be injured, it just wanted to be your friend. That was two months ago and the creature hasn't really left your side since. You took this a a sign -- a sign that it was time for you to leave the village of your birth and follow the instinct to explore and experience the world that your heritage instilled in you. It was a fear of solitude that had kept you from leaving before, but now you had a friend - a traveling companion - to keep you company!
And so you set out. It seemed that your first stop should be to explore the Feywood to the south, perhaps to learn more about how the first Elves lived after Awakening on Cartyrion. And from there? Who knows! This is how you now find yourself sitting in the common room of the Bugbear's Head Inn, on a crude trade road connecting two human settlements deep in the heart of the Feywood.
You have a particular affinity for the many smaller creatures that inhabit the lands. As you grew up, you developed an affinity for the rabbits, weasels, ferrets, raccoons, and other wildlife that made homes in the plains or the many small copses of trees that dot the terrain. These creatures sense that you are not a threat to them and you are happiest when you are alone except for your furry, four-legged friends. At the insistence of your parents, you learned to use a longbow, and always carried one with you when you went on your "walks", but you have never been able to bring yourself to use it on an innocent animal in the plains or forest. The animals - even the bears of the forest and boars of the plains, never gave you reason to. Your parents and the other elves in your village of Elderwood were never surprised to see you wander in from the grasslands with a bird on your shoulder, or a groundhog lumbering along after you.
They were surprised, though, on the day you were followed home by a lone grey wolf. This creature had approached you while you were sitting beneath a tree at the edge of the Lonely Woods a few miles outside of town. It simply walked up to you and laid by your feet. It didn't appear to be injured, it just wanted to be your friend. That was two months ago and the creature hasn't really left your side since. You took this a a sign -- a sign that it was time for you to leave the village of your birth and follow the instinct to explore and experience the world that your heritage instilled in you. It was a fear of solitude that had kept you from leaving before, but now you had a friend - a traveling companion - to keep you company!
And so you set out. It seemed that your first stop should be to explore the Feywood to the south, perhaps to learn more about how the first Elves lived after Awakening on Cartyrion. And from there? Who knows! This is how you now find yourself sitting in the common room of the Bugbear's Head Inn, on a crude trade road connecting two human settlements deep in the heart of the Feywood.
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