Post by Firamasah on Sept 18, 2013 12:16:14 GMT -8
Born to Lyryl and Lafatria, Firamasah was born on the night of the Sehanine moon. He lived a simple life, always moving with his parents from place to place as the village moved to try and keep out of sight of the approaching civilization. Like all Wood Elf children he was taught how to use a bow and sword, but he took to the bow much better and faster than his companions. As Firamasah grew he eventually joined his father on some of his hunts, learning the ways of the forest, and how to sneak up on prey. He also learned how to lay and find traps, both mundane and magical.
When he came of age he was given his fathers bow, that hand been handed down through his line for many generations. It was now that he became a hunter. It was also now that he received his adult name, Firamasah, meaning Dark Stride Archer, for he had become a scout, searching the land far and wide for places his people could move. As time passed Firamasah learned how to never fire from the same spot twice, to make it seem as if he were never alone. This was how he hunted.
As time past the forest withered, the land where his people could move grew small, while the city grew large. Reports had come in from other villages like his own that said strange things were coming out of the ground and causing the forest to wither and die. Being of age Firamasah was allowed to sit in on the council meeting as what to be done was to be deliberated. The consensus was made that scouts would be sent out in all directions to see just how accepting this new civilization would be to his kind.
Firamasah was chosen along with a dozen others to search the four corners of the map. Others returned before him with nothing except the knowledge of just how far The Scar stretched. Firamasah traveled for two weeks time before arriving at a small village the locals called Kragsport. It was the first time the Elf had seen the ocean, let alone another race. He knew not what to think, but traded what few furs he had so that he had something to show the elders.
A month after he had set out Firamasah returned quietly in the night. No one knew he was back, for that was his way. The next morning he went triumphantly into the council chambers as they gathered and announced his findings, showing them the gold he had obtained, and what strange markings were on it, like nothing any of them had ever seen before. The council was concerned.
Firamasah stood before the council as they deliberated on what should be done. Many hours passed before Firamasah had had enough and he practically scolded the council. "Why not establish trade?" he said, as the room fell silent. "They mean us no harm, and they have things which we ourselves cannot make." he continued. "Each year the hunt grows thin, and the forest shrinks. Soon there will not be any place for us to go and we must face them. Would it not be better or the all of us to establish ourselves as the peaceful people we are before emerging from the forests by the thousands?" he asked. The Head Councilmen stood and spoke. "We have been in these forests for many of their generations, we will endure while they falter and die." he uttered seriously. Firamasah scoffed at this. "And what would you have us do when the forests are gone? If we cannot stop the spread of The Scar we will have to leave the forests and they may see this as an invasion. It could mean disaster for our people. Let me trade with them, let them learn of us and our ways." he pleaded to the council.
After some deliberation the Council Chair spoke once more, this time to all those gathered. "It has been decided. Our own Firamasah will trade with these newcomers. We will see what they have to offer us, and in return they shall know of our people." At this Firamasah bowed deeply and took his bag of gold from the council to set off again with the news.
Many years have passed since that day, Firamasah has watched as the forest withered and died, while the town of Kragsport has grown and flourished, but a new evil troubles the town, and Firamasah is duty bound to end the trouble that seems to spring from his ancestors ruins.
When he came of age he was given his fathers bow, that hand been handed down through his line for many generations. It was now that he became a hunter. It was also now that he received his adult name, Firamasah, meaning Dark Stride Archer, for he had become a scout, searching the land far and wide for places his people could move. As time passed Firamasah learned how to never fire from the same spot twice, to make it seem as if he were never alone. This was how he hunted.
As time past the forest withered, the land where his people could move grew small, while the city grew large. Reports had come in from other villages like his own that said strange things were coming out of the ground and causing the forest to wither and die. Being of age Firamasah was allowed to sit in on the council meeting as what to be done was to be deliberated. The consensus was made that scouts would be sent out in all directions to see just how accepting this new civilization would be to his kind.
Firamasah was chosen along with a dozen others to search the four corners of the map. Others returned before him with nothing except the knowledge of just how far The Scar stretched. Firamasah traveled for two weeks time before arriving at a small village the locals called Kragsport. It was the first time the Elf had seen the ocean, let alone another race. He knew not what to think, but traded what few furs he had so that he had something to show the elders.
A month after he had set out Firamasah returned quietly in the night. No one knew he was back, for that was his way. The next morning he went triumphantly into the council chambers as they gathered and announced his findings, showing them the gold he had obtained, and what strange markings were on it, like nothing any of them had ever seen before. The council was concerned.
Firamasah stood before the council as they deliberated on what should be done. Many hours passed before Firamasah had had enough and he practically scolded the council. "Why not establish trade?" he said, as the room fell silent. "They mean us no harm, and they have things which we ourselves cannot make." he continued. "Each year the hunt grows thin, and the forest shrinks. Soon there will not be any place for us to go and we must face them. Would it not be better or the all of us to establish ourselves as the peaceful people we are before emerging from the forests by the thousands?" he asked. The Head Councilmen stood and spoke. "We have been in these forests for many of their generations, we will endure while they falter and die." he uttered seriously. Firamasah scoffed at this. "And what would you have us do when the forests are gone? If we cannot stop the spread of The Scar we will have to leave the forests and they may see this as an invasion. It could mean disaster for our people. Let me trade with them, let them learn of us and our ways." he pleaded to the council.
After some deliberation the Council Chair spoke once more, this time to all those gathered. "It has been decided. Our own Firamasah will trade with these newcomers. We will see what they have to offer us, and in return they shall know of our people." At this Firamasah bowed deeply and took his bag of gold from the council to set off again with the news.
Many years have passed since that day, Firamasah has watched as the forest withered and died, while the town of Kragsport has grown and flourished, but a new evil troubles the town, and Firamasah is duty bound to end the trouble that seems to spring from his ancestors ruins.