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for fans to pirate! Now I remember little of my childhood, if you exclude the strong interest and strong curiosity to assist in the occupation of my father. For me it was a bright star in the firmament of the people close to me and a grip to hold on when the risks of falling. Help while preparing the ingredients for its useful and ointments made me feel close to him and the village community. Also provided hospitality to travelers and adventurers passing through who needed treatment for their injuries and contracted malaria in the surrounding marshes. Every time I handed him the petals or leaves of lettuce marjoram reciprocated the gesture with a smile and rub the hair! I still miss his classes ... It 's funny how a someone so special has disappeared so suddenly, a simple fall from a horse. My mother was desperate and long tried to suppress the pain until the day he had a serious illness and left me and my brothers and sisters all alone. From that moment I decided it was time to find my way, but trying to follow the footsteps of his father.
spent his entire adolescence from village to village trying to earn some money by offering services herbalist. One day I met Mia: her uncle was suffering from severe bone pain relief and tried to get him with some special herbal infusions for patients who retain more details. The success of the enterprise gave me attention his niece, to whom I proposed just four weeks later. It was the best time of my life!
The well is in perpetual struggle against evil and what is evil in the world knows how to hit what is good in deep ... One day the goblins attacked the village and killed most of the population. While these foul beings on their way to the house where my wife was sleeping peacefully, I found myself in the woods adjacent to gather some ingredients. When I heard the screams inhuman it was too late ... I found my dying on the lawn behind my shop: barely breathing and was trying to whisper something! The only sentence I could clearly distinguish was "I love you-Torv ..." and then silence. Courses to take everything he could to save her serve, but in vain. How could I let it die? How could they hurt her? These questions crowding my mind in an obsessive way for at least three months and led me to follow the signs of destruction left by that mass of bloodthirsty animals until the day when I could reach them. "E 'come the end of me!" I thought when a goblin guard approached the curved blade of his knife to my throat. "A sudden movement and I'm gone ..." It would be like had I not been rescued by a Quadrello that pierced the skull of the beast. Darkness a human figure emerged from the bright reflections, I was still scared but I felt that it was a benefactor! "My name is Bjorn, then what on earth strong enough to push you to throw the life in the hands of a monster?" He asked. I explained my thirst for revenge and lack of esteem for my life after the loss of Mia. "Do you think this is precisely what she would have wanted? There are several ways to bring light where darkness swallows the innocent. In you feel confusion and anger, but also will and kindness. Let me show you the way that God Pelor has to offer! " was the encouragement and support of Bjorn to lead me to my new vocation. Embarked on the path that the Church of Pelor offered me. I learned to improve my art of healing through the power of faith, to channel the vital energy flowing in me to forward it to the next. I felt the spirit of my father next to me again! The path of wisdom and knowledge have made me a better man. Bjorn taught me how to bring out what is good in man through his deeds. A master copy!
After 5 years of vocational training and decided it was time to look for adventure on my own, the task of Bjorn had now been exhausted and it was time approfondissi my link with the spirit of Pelorus, the Sun God! Not a day passed without felt me grow in harmony with the whole. Bjorn noticed it early and gave me a farewell gift left me in the armor and the mace of the Sun Since then, I did not want to have more! Who knows what happened to him, a couple of years later I learned that the Church had set out for new horizons and not had any news for months. Perhaps the Pelor rewarded by allowing him a space next to him ... I hope with all my might.

For 10 years I do not know more permanent home, the fires that I have so many and are scattered everywhere: Please, where are the couches, the beds where I take care of the wounded after fierce fighting, the altars of times where the disk of the Sun shines! Lately I've heard rumors of strange events around town ... Ballem readings warn me, maybe the whole region is in danger. I have to understand what happens as soon as possible! Pelor can assist me in this new mission!

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The Saint .. Torvald

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I was born in a remote village in the forest in the Great Valley, three days' walk from the slopes of Goeth. My family lived like other families in our village, eating what he was giving the forest, game and wild fruits. We had our gardens that gave us all that the forest could not give. It was the custom in our group that the smartest guys to become more agile or village guards. For this reason the age of ten years, were expelled from their homes deserve to go to train in the forest, our Silent Master.

Those who had a marked predilection for the isolation or the forces of nature, those who rejoiced in the storm and rain were sent by the most wise and old masters. instruct them in the magical arts. When they returned to the village as they were processed, quiet and powerful, often accompanied by wolves or bears, which seemed to be their friends. For all other career prospects are expected to less noble and educated: they could become the best hunters of the village, always ready to hit the shadow enemies attacked us, giving us plenty to eat and to safeguard our borders. These were experienced soldiers, unaccustomed to wildlife and isolation, their fighting style was varied and changing those that were strong and powerful they threw themselves into the fray with two knives in his hands, with no other protection than a light leather armor they form a whirling their blades in a riot of colors and swirls of death. But those who preferred a good view rather than a strong arm embracing the many techniques of shooting from a distance, excelling in archery. The best our fighters used in battle by throwing down with one shot up to four arrows. They were so fast that the eye could hardly follow their movements.

The boys of my age who were expelled from the family had to train in five. Two of them, including a young man, to whom I was deeply in love, moved away into the woods to make the long journey that would teach them the techniques of magic, control of animals and love for the forest. Of the other three, two were twins, my neighbors, with long red hair that distinguished them from all others because they were the only ones with hair that color. The third was I. We
into the woods, to pursue our masters, who would have made us the mighty warriors. Once achieved, after a grueling two-day march began our training on track to become one with the forest, to fight barehanded with wolves and bears. Often we were fighting among us, armed only with sticks, ready to face as he was leaving of our own lives. With our teachers learn respect for everything that is natural for the fire and water, wind, rain and snow.
Occasionally we met with our two comrades who left us to differentiate the values \u200b\u200bstudies. This changed as time passed: their eyes were ever more severe as the two wells which are reflected in the dark stars and spoke in riddles and trickery. We were conscious of their latent powers, but do not frighten us: we were all devoted to the protection of our land, the woods and nature. The only thing that differed was the way in which we express our devotion to the cause.
My relationship with Evelyn proceeded slowly, thanks to the distance between us. We both love each other and as we grow our feelings and our needs grew matured. Often she was able to convince the birds to deliver messages of love, to which I replied full of ardor and passion.
least twice a year we came home, for see our relatives and our families grow and age. My brothers had become skilled craftsmen or skilled hunters. My sisters were beginning to grow and laugh behind the men, stunned by their muscles.

age 17, after seven long years of training, our education could be complete, we were able, strong and young, who could stop us? We returned all five of the village, me and Evelyn hand in hand, ready to ask our parents who blessed our union. Unfortunately, three kilometers from the village we found strange tracks on the ground: it seemed that a dozen people, had crossed the heavily armed forest in the direction of our village. From shape of the footprints of their depth and thought that they belonged to a mixed group of men and orcs, one of such many bands of robbers and cutthroats that plagued the region.

We ran to the village, on foot, some on the back of a wolf, but the traces left no doubt that the robbers were headed in our homes. About a kilometer from the village was a strong smell of smoke, fire. Once you reach the clearing that housed our homes discovered the tragedy that had struck us: all the houses burned, all the animals escaped, all of our loved ones killed. We found nothing alive, our families were destroyed, our culture apart, our hearts have been stolen or broken.
hatred overwhelmed us. We decided, in the heat of youth to attack the group of robbers who had dared so much against us. We followed their tracks for three days before arriving at their camp, without food or drink, driven only by hatred and revenge. We stopped them outside of their camp.
We tried to find a plan of action that could give us a little edge. We were few but we fought in our woods in the hills, to avenge our family. Of course, we could direct us to Goethe, where we would have obtained the help of the powerful barbarian tribes of the mountain, or we could push to the south, where we found the elves, sworn enemies of the orcs. But this was something they had to do alone, we had to avenge our families without the help of anyone, if it kills me. Evelin
looked for what could be the last time I tried to look in a concentrate all my love for her, everything that I was never able to tell you, all my passion and my promise to bring it out from there, whatever the cost. She looked at me with the same intensity, the right hand dipped in thick fur of his wolf, watching the horizon, aware of the danger we were running. He was also like us, a predator on the hunt, ready to tear the prey, to kill those who hurt Evelin Havana, to our village.
I appostai on top of a tree, with my trusty bow at your fingertips. I saw my friends lurking in the forest below, pulling out swords and daggers, evoking ancient powers and gnarled walking sticks, grinding his teeth and fangs. At a signal agreed I should kill a man in the camp, causing panic.
As it was almost sunset, all the robbers had gathered around the fire, ready to eat food that had been stolen. Incoccai not one, but two arrows on my bow, I asked the spirits to guide my eye and took aim. I decided to hit their head, a filthy ogre more than two meters high, whose stench came up to us. I aimed for a long time and when I was sure that I would never wrong scoccai not two, but four arrows in rapid succession, screaming out loud at my hatred for them.
Skill or luck to all my arrows hit the target, pulling in the chest and throat of the beast, which fell lifeless in the flames of the bonfire. Soon after I saw Evelin
launch of fireballs in the camp, hitting the faces of two men who stood up with swords in hand.
Then it was the end of the world: blow by blow, biting teeth tooth and nail: the blood flowed copiously on swords and bodies. After an eternity of time the fight came to a dead end: on the one hand the bandits, cut in half our shots. On the other we stayed in three after the fight: I still perched on the tree, hidden from view as he sowed my rain of death, Evelin, fair as the sun and disheveled as a wheat field, with his wolf side, panting and with bristling. At his side Janie, a friend of mine, armed with sword and dagger, with a nasty wound on his arm.
After a moment's pause, the bandits attacked us with a fury never seen before, hitting the ground all my friends together, like cowards. It killed three before they arrived with my Evelin impact, but after the melee was so fierce that I could not aim asenza fear of hitting a friend of mine.
The scene quieted down again. On the ground lay Janie and Evelyn both with his chest full of spears. Evelin! Evelin! She was dead and he would never smile again, never again I would say I love you, I never would have whispered in ear! Goodbye to her golden hair, her lips, her smile full of joy. I had robbed, kidnapped and destroyed and had to pay for this, people had to die and I had to do it.
tree and went down with a fury never seen before assaltai from only the three remaining bandits, armed only of my scimitar. After what seemed to me very soon they were lying dead on the battlefield and I was lying next to them, with a huge gash on his face, going from right temple to his left cheek, close to the eye.
I lay there for an indefinite time, hovering between life and death, when the corner of my eye I noticed a figure in the background. Evelyn was the wolf escaped from the pain of losing his companion, accompanied by a great figure cloaked in green, moving without a trace. That picked me up effortlessly and they fell into oblivion.
I woke up after three days, among the elves. I had saved my life. Thank goodness they had heard the cries of battle and had come to our aid. Not one of the bandits had survived, but the price paid was immense. In my village and I had survived just love imo, Evelin was dead and would never be returned.
Elves they provided to me for a while, then when I recovered completely and let them waved their camp, with the wolf of my beloved at my side, my new companion of adventures, which gave him the name of Evelyn. With her training in the woods and valleys and became a relentless hunter of bandits, orcs or men who were ready to defend the villages of the valley from their abuses.