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~The Journal of Auvreaeath
Auvreaeath
:: I was born in the Cloud Temple of Aegis, the monks there brought me to a small village deep inside the heart of the forests of Malinor. It was a cozy village, peacefull, safe, pleasant, it was a utopia beyond any that have been spoken of. The monks brought me to the front door steps of a young couple of elves who treated me as their own. They loved me and cared for me with every last bit of their lives, only.. That was their downfall, using every last bit of their lives. :: One day the Undead stormed through our holy barrier, they breached the walls of our village. The elves did not give up though, the mothers of the village used every last drop of their magic to protect the children while the fahers charged the group of Undead. The villagers fought hard, my father killed three Undead before being overtaken by a dozen pigman altogether. His eyes met with mine and with that final gesture he was dead. :: The villagers had been able to slay seven of the foul undead but that was not enough. My mother removed the barrier protected me, picked me up and ran for my life. She ran for miles not stopping until she came upon a small kingdom, she brought me to the front gates, set me down, lightly kissed me on the forehead, and left without ever coming back. :: I grew up at the Kingdom and the years of my life spent there have been well worth it. I learned the art of reading and writing, I learned the skill of swords-play, I learned how to hunt, fletch, craft. I can perfectly use a bow without any doubt and I've learned a few tricks to keep up my sleeve. I am now back at my birthplace in search for knowledge and adventure in the lands of Aegis, the Verge, and beyond.