Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Chapter 1: Arrival (part 2)

I originally come from the village of Icewater in the north, or to be more specific, my family lived on a small farmstead on the outskirts of Icewater, near the edge of a great boreal forest. The farmstead was only just productive enough to keep us alive most years. On the few good years we had, there were enough vegetables left to trade in Icewater but that stopped after the death of my father, who had been killed by bandits on the road. After that, my grandmother and I barely scraped through and it was only my grandmother’s knowledge of healing plants and skills as a hedgewitch, a healer, which generated enough income for us to survive when the harvests were bad.

Icewater was remote and as a result, lacked a cleric to perform duties of healing and the like, and though welcomed when the need arose, my grandmother’s talent for healing lacked the potency of a cleric’s healing spells. However, there was a druid who knew, among other things, healing magic that lived in a grove in the forest, whom later taught me the druid ways. He would attend the sick when he was in the village and help when he could be found in the forest. He was in the forest the winter night when my mother gave birth to me, and when it became apparent to my father and grandmother that she was in difficulty, my father set out to find him, but he arrived too late to save my mother’s life, but that is another story.

Like myself, the refugees flee the hordes of the undead created and unleashed by a necromancer seeking to gain control over the northern lands. Icewater has already been over run and I am the last of the druid order (that I know of) for that region. When it had become apparent that the necromancer was becoming a serious problem in the north, the druids that resided there, along with myself and my mentor, the elf Drysnn were called to attend a gathering to discuss the threat. The gathering was attacked by the undead hordes and Isa and I owe our survival to Dysnn and his leopard animal companion, Ina who sacrificed themselves so I could escape.

I have come to Fardell with the intention joining the town’s militia and make a stand against the necromancer’s undead army, a path I take with reluctance because I am more interested in healing, than being a solider, that, along with only being a first level druid, meant there was little I could do to combat the undead that destroyed my order.

------to be continued------
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