Creso friends, I am a Wood Elf archer originally from a nomadic group of elves. The story of my life is a sorroful one; When I was twelve years of age, a group of Tel'gothrim coming from Ched Nassad made a surface raid on our camp. DURING THE NIGHT! Wethrinaerea! To save my life during the heat of battle, my mother set my on a very inteligible steed who took me to a Silverymoon civilization (not far from Ship Dwelling), where the Elves raised me as a Taur'ohtar. When I became seventy, I made a decision, I would find another group of Wood Elves and help protect them with my life. I did so and found a group in the Starlit Woods. I had been doing so for twenty-four years when I had to suffer more pain because of the acursed Tel'gothrims surface raids! When I was hunting with four mellonamin and when we returned to the camp, there was destrution everywhere! There was not a single survivor. The five of us tried to make it to my second home, but suffered an glarnhoth raid. I am the sole survivor. With much pain and suffering, I longed to die. Then I heard of the Tel'Mithrim and hope was inspired into me. Here was a group of Elves who cared unless you were unelven or evil. I hope you can find it in you to accept me, at least until my faith is restored, into you guild.
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