Verruckt Schwert
In a small and tightly knit society of 12-15 people, my father, mother, and I lived a modest yet comfortable life. While my mother honed her skills as a talented blacksmith, my father, a skilled warrior, chose a different path as a raider. He was part of a group that would venture out every few days to pilfer from others, finding both amusement and sustenance in their illicit activities. It was during these days that my father began training me in the ways of combat, determined to pass down his skills and ensure my survival in the harsh world.
As I grew older, the responsibilities and expectations placed upon me increased. On my 16th birthday, marking my entrance into adulthood, my parents presented me with a remarkable gift. It was a set of armor, acquired through my father's raids, meticulously repaired and enhanced by my mother's skilled hands. Adorning myself in the armor, I felt a newfound sense of purpose and protection.
Eager to put my acquired skills to the test, my father took me on a raid against a goblin-infested village. However, my innate aversion to violence began to manifest itself in the face of the brutal realities of combat. Amidst the chaos, I found myself unable to continue participating in the slaughter. Overwhelmed by fear and moral conflict, I collapsed to the ground, paralyzed by my own convictions.
In that vulnerable moment, tragedy struck. The goblin leader, sensing weakness, mercilessly ended my father's life before my eyes. The grotesque act left an indelible mark on my psyche, fueling a burning desire for revenge. The goblin leader callously displayed my father's severed head, reveling in the victory. Consumed by grief and guilt, I fled back to my society, seeking solace and support from my mother.
However, the next day, I faced an unexpected consequence for my failure to aid my father. The community, driven by their own notions of loyalty and honor, exiled me, blaming me for his death. Disheartened and burdened by guilt, I embarked on a journey, carrying my armor and the weight of my past.
During my travels, I encountered a half-elf named Vanorin, whose innate sense of justice resonated with my own desires for vengeance. Impressed by my determination and recognizing my potential, Vanorin took me under their wing. As a mentor, they taught me the ways of a paladin, guiding me on a path that merged martial prowess with a higher purpose.
In the presence of Vanorin, I found a new sense of purpose and strength. Swearing an oath of vengeance, I vowed to never cower again and to exact retribution upon those who had wronged my father. Together with Vanorin, I set out on a quest. My ultimate destination being Brindlewood, a place where I hope to embrace a more civilized life and forge a fresh start for myself, one where I can chart my own destiny.
