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Blessed with a curse.
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Blessed with a curse.::  ::Biography of Treebórn.::   ::  ::  ::When he was only a youngling, he lived by a different name, a name long forgotten by him.::  ::Many, many moons ago a young elf walked among the forests of Aegis that his elders protected. His life was a simple one, he went o ut every day and watered the saplings, fed the birds on the outer edges of the forest and at the end of the day returned back to his hovel.::  ::One dark winters night this would all change, He wandered on the outer rim of the forest, tending to the last of the saplings when something caught his eye, only a glimmer of light on the horizon at first, far off in the distance over the ro lling barren grass lands. It took a while, but as it came into focus it chilled the young elf to his core...::  ::It was the light of Orcish torches, the flames of war.::  ::He fled back to his people with intentions of warning them, warning them of the impending attack, warning them of th eir oncoming doom. But it would give them little advantage. These elves were not people of war but people of the land, simple farmers.::  ::He reached his village in moments, and awoke the sle eping elders, within the hour a plan was forged, of course by now the fires had consumed the out er edges of the forest.::  ::The plan was to flee from their homes whilst the elders sacrificed themselves to hold off the orcs. Hours later the young elf and the remainder of his village watc hed from the valleys above, as the fires of war consumed his forest home and his village elders, the elves turned to the north and carried onwards. They fled over rollinghills and onto the sno wy northern mountains, but the elves fell, one by one to the cold and the wilds and the beasts. Until one elf was left. He kept on through the snowand the winds with nothing to keep him going , in his heart, nor his stomach.::  ::It was inevitable, as he fell to his knees tiered, exhaust ed and ready to die.::  ::The gods must have been watchinghim from the skies on this night, as he thought all was lost he felt the pain of the biting colds melt away, he felt the will to carry on run through him, as he clambered to his knees he held his hands out in front of him, he had been blessed by the gods, but with a curse, his skin had turned to bark its brown rough surface was thick enough to survive the colds and get back to civilization, but at a price. From now on he was cursed with his hideous appearance, from now on he would be known as Treebórn.