Born and raised in the shady
places of Halas. Did you hear that slight whisper beside you? Was that really
just the wind in your ear? hehe
Ok, so you want to know a lil about a rogue's life, yes?
Gelilu was born of proud Shaman parents. Raised in tough times during one of
Lady Vox's rampages. Sadly, his parents died at an early age. Poor father was
slain by a wooly mammoth while trying to bring home food for the harsh winter.
Mother became too ill to fetch the healing herbs she needed for her potions. At
my young age there was little I could do save perhaps a pick pocket or two.
Alas, it was young in my adopted trade when I chanced upon (what I believed) an
ill fated meeting with Cappi. Busted I thought, the honorable warriors will hear
of this and if i survive the justice battle .... well, then perhaps I wouldn't
survive.
As it turned out, Cappi became my
trainer in the arts of a rogue. There was much to learn and I studied hard,
practiced on the spiders, bears, and soon began easily providing for myself. The
old days of simple pick pocketing, long past now (although Cappi still insists
this skill could save my life someday).
Shortly thereafter I grew weary of the lonely, small, and very cold town.
Adventures led me to Blackburrow, Qeynos, boating trips, and even an occassional
port. Wow, talk about getting scattered into tiny pieces.. how do they put them
(to get me) all back together again?
Anyways... during my travels I assisted a High Elf cleric during an attack with
some bandits. We soon became good friends and she taught me some of the more
useful things I could do with my skills. So we adventured for a time at the Lake
of Ill Omen and traveled together to a strange land called the Great Divide. All
the while practicing my skills towards the greater good of Norrath. I even
returned to my home in Halas and performed some minor tasks to make amends with
the Shamans studying there.
