Description
Standing at an even 6’ I am slight of build, which belies my strength. My shoulder length black hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail and my skin is rather tanned due to the vast majority of my time being spent in the outdoors. The most stunning things about my features are my silver eyes. Studded leather armor and the hilts of my long and short sword as well as my hand axe can be glimpsed on occasion under the concealment of my heavy cloak. The occasional glimpse of dagger hilts can be seen in the tops of my leather boots. I usually carry a backpack, which is covered over by the large cloak as well.
History
My father was Storm Lonarion but he went by the name of Storm Wayfinder or just Wayfinder. My father settled in the town of Thunderstone after wandering far and wide and met my mother, Iris Lonarion. We had a farmstead just north of Thunderstone, a lot closer to the Hullack Forest than most would dare to set up a home. My father just seemed to be at peace with the forest. It was here that I spent most of my life.
Many adventurers came through Thunderstone looking to try their luck at the interiors of the Hullack. They would usually come looking for, Wayfinder, my father, by recommendation of Hurm Thiodor the crown representative responsible for keeping records of the endeavors of clearing the Hullack Forest. My father would lead them into the forest to the last safe rest area he was aware of and they were on their own from that point on. One day he came walking back out of the forest with a black wolf far larger than any I had ever seen, padding along at his side. My father went in the house and so did the wolf. My mother and I watched this with wonder and then she cautiously went in after him, leaving me slack jawed in shock.
She returned later with a smile saying that the wolf would be staying for a while. My mother never raised a fuss and often went out of her way to make the animal comfortable. I asked once why I couldn’t have a pet as well and to my surprise the wolf raised it’s head and looked me dead in the eyes in with feral yellow that held more intelligence than any other animal than I had ever seen. My father said he was not a “pet” and that I would understand some day.
I learned the ways of the woods from my father and his ever-present wolf companion. Tracking animals by their spoor, their game trails, and where they go for water were the first of my tracking exercises. This soon advanced to the hunting habits of various predators and evolved even further into the tracking of the humanoid and “monster” denizens of the woods. There was an underlying lesson learned during this time frame though. Along with this training came a strong familiarity with the way animals think and feel and I was able to calm and sooth the same animals especially domestic animals that are familiar to human hands.
I spent many a spare moment, which never seemed that often with all the work needing to be done, down at the river fishing and swimming. My father later taught me how to set snares to help put some meat on the table. I still remember the time my father caught that Orc in his trap though. Now that was funny seeing him hanging upside down like that. Up until the point where my father slit his throat. My father explained to me about the goblinoid hordes that roam over Faerun and how they were a destructive force.
When I got older my father started teaching me the ways of weapons and how to work the hides of animals we had killed into armor and clothing. On nights where there was no moon it would get so dark in those woods you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. Our night-vision could compensate for this but he told me their may come a time when that wouldn’t be enough so we started drilling while I was wearing a blind fold.
Father showed me how to make arrows and I was able to help him make quite a few really nice bows as well. Eventually he had shown me all the different types of bows but made me focus on learning the Composite Longbow. He said the range was better on them than any other bow and they were the strongest. To focus on any of the lesser bows was a waste of time and I could learn about their differences later.
During all this time though I still made time to spend with my mother who I often helped in her garden behind the house. Between the produce my mother grew in the garden and the meat my father and I were able to get out of the forest we never went hungry and were able to make a little money on the side in the market.
During the wintertime the Purple Dragons garrisoned here leave and the townsfolk are left to defend the town more or less. My father was leading a band of adventurers into the forest when a raiding band of humanoids came into town and there were a pair of trolls amongst them.
They came into town and caused quite a bit of a stir before they were repulsed. While the fighting was going on in the town another lone troll had come looking for trouble at our farmstead. I was fighting him off best I could and even managed to sever an arm clean off. To my total dismay the arm continued to crawl towards me on the ground. I looked up just in time to see an angry trolls gaping maw opened in my face when two things happened. A giant black mass of fur bowled me over backwards through the door of the house and about three foot of flaming steel shot out of the chest of the troll. The troll sagged and started to collapse when the whole things just kind of caught fire.
Standing behind the troll was my father with a grim look on his face holding a sword with a flaming blade. He quickly strode into the house calling my mothers name. I turned around in time to see her coming towards the door holding a staff with a glowing head clutched in her hands. My father intercepted her in an embrace as the trouble was over.
Things settled back normal and things just got boring after the excitement of the attack. My father and mother both must have seen the change in me after that because they brought up the conversation of me going out in the world long before I ever developed the nerve to. He just smiled and said that he had done exactly the same thing at about my age. I would always have a home here to come back to but it was time to make my place in the world and a name for myself.
I packed up my few belongings and headed west thinking to maybe got to Suzail or maybe even as far as Waterdeep. About a week out of Thunderstone I met a strange individual named, Sladbhein. He kept his visage hidden for the most part in a heavy hooded cloak and we traveled for quite some time before I ever saw his face totally exposed.
For whatever the reasons, Tymora put us together and we have traveled together for these last 10 years. I never dreamed I would end up in the Moonshaes though, considering the longest reach I had figured was maybe making it to Waterdeep.
