Trawelk Leavswifter
Profession: Ranger
Growing up on a farm in a small Sylvan community just out side of Vaalor. A
small town, mostly farmers and craftsman, with the occasional carnival to keep
the boredom out of the everyday life.
His childhood was somewhat normal and he learned the basics of survival from his
father and mother. Lessons he well learned. Just the three of them, It was a
good life in his eyes.
One day a young boy showed up at Trawelk's house. Not all elf, you could see the
boy was one of them Half-elf types. It never bothered Trawelk what someone was
or what they looked like. All races even dwarves were welcome to the
village. His mother ran the boy into the house and he heard her crying a bit.
She
came out a bit later and told him the new boy was his cousin Taryk Braendolyn.
Trawelk never
asked how or why Taryk was there, he figured Taryk would tell him when the time came.
Well, they hit it off right away, they did everything together and were more like
brothers then cousins. Many people in town did not like Taryk because he was a
half-elf. It did seem to bother Taryk a bit, and Trawelk tried to help him past the
blindness of other people.
A few years went by and they enjoyed the challenge of each other. Tilron, Tre's
father was good with weapons and tried to teach the Boys how to defend
themselves. Alyseia taught them both a bit about the healing arts and the such.
Taryk Liked the hands on combat training his adopted father was giving and
excelled at such skills. Tre did well enough at the combat and also had a knack
with nature, He would spend hours in the woods just sitting and wondering about this
and that.
One day when Tre was in the woods he smelled something strange. A scent like
rotting flesh and decay. Of course boys being boys..he went out in search of the
fragrance of death. He came to a grove some distance away from his home. It took
him a long time to find the place. He discovered an area in the woods that he
could tell was a camp of some sort. No one was there it looked like they had
moved on. But animal skins and carcasses and the such lay strewn out all over
the place. He was sickened by the display and took many hours cleaning up the
best he could. He sat a minute to rest and fell asleep for some time. He woke
just before daybreak the next day and knew his parents would be worried and ran
home as fast as he could.
As he came down the creek bed he smelled the scent of smoke and decay. The
smoke he discovered was from the village he grew up in. He ran to his home and
discovered total carnage. Many dead and wounded lay all over the small village.
He found a childhood friend and was instructed to run to his home the healers
had set up a healing center there for the wounded. He arrived and was greeted by
one of the local rangers and was told of the demise of his family. The Rangers
name was Waltrin Levenfellow, he told of a great man who fought to his death
slaying many of the intruders and his dying words rang out "Tell my boys it was
the red scarred beast who did this...tell him this, ranger, on your word."
This was the start of Tre's quest to fulfill his destiny...He is always in
search of an ogre with a red birthmark like patch over one eye....
"Many things will happen in your life and all will result in great learning."
This memory is all he can remember of his father and mother. These are the words
he lives by.
