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 Cynthor the half-elf was born to a
human father and an elven mother under the sign of Grendal's bow, on
the 17th day of hallow month, the year withheld so he can lie about his
age. He was the youngest of 11 children, and the family lived in a
small village a bit north of Moorgate. The village consisted of mostly
humans, but a few elves and half elves were in the community as well.
His father was a Ranger and a tracker, and he taught his son the basic
skills as soon as he could walk. His mother taught him the high tongue
perfectly< elvish>, but she preferred the more elegant
old common to the new common his father spoke. Thus, Cynthor grew up
speaking a mix of the old and new common, but his elvish he spoke
perfectly. When he was 5, he became of age to attend the village
school, and the first day was sent home with a note for his mother.
After reading the note, his mother spanked him soundly and sent him to
bed with no supper, a quill and lots of parchment. The note
readÝ "Your son pulled 3 young ladies pigtails, carved his
name on his desk with a dagger, and ran off after lunch period to chase
squirrels in the woods. I expect his behavior will improve immediately.
He must write I will not misbehave 500 times and return it tomorrow!
Sincerely, Mrs. Fogglethorpe". Well, back tae school went this young
fellow the next day, and returned again with another note. Again, he
received the switch and no supper, and a stack of parchment and quill.
Wanna know what the note said? Of course you do! " Your son was caught
gambling with dice in the back of the schoolhouse, after he had most of
the other children's lunch money, and he tied the janitors shoelaces
together, causing the old fellow to trip. This behavior is
unacceptable! Double the standards!! Sincerely, Mrs.
Fogglethorpe."Ý Well, needless tae say, little Cynthor
didn't see much supper his first few weeks of school. No matter how
hard he tried, he'd always get in trouble for something. On the bright
side, his penmanship was remarkable for his age after all those
standards. After the first few weeks of school, there occurred one of
the two life altering events in his life. One of his older sisters was
to be wed , and the whole village turned out for the gala
event.Ý His Grandfather was sitting next to the young fellow
in the town church as the ceremony began. Being the precocious 5 year
old he was, he immediately ignored the boring old ceremony and started
carving pictures on the pew. A blow on the back of his head from his
grandfather made him drop his tiny dagger, and he immediately sat up
and paid attention, because he loved his grandfather very much and
didn't want to disappoint him. At about the same time little Cynthor
decided to pay attention to the boring old ceremony, the rear doors to
the church burst open, and a horde ofÝ Hill giants burst
into thechapel. As it was a wedding, and poor form to bring weapons
<little Cynthor didn't think of his little dagger as a weapon,
and didn't know what poor form at a wedding was anyhow>, none of
the villages were armed or prepared for the onslaught. His grandfather,
seeing the Giants burst in, grabbed Cynthor by the collar and his
britches, and whispered quickly in his ear " boy, when you get to your
feet, run, fast as you can, don't turn back, head for Moorgate, get the
Town Guards, and get them back here, understand?" Little Cynthor
nodded, the one thing he excelled in was running. His grandfather then
heaved him through the church window above, and turned to join the
villagers in the fight for their lives. Cynthor rolled to his feet,
bleeding a bit from cuts the broken glass had inflicted, and then did
what granddad had told him too, he ran, and ran, and ran, straight to
Moorgate. Upon reaching the North gates of the town, he ran full into a
Sergeant of the guards, one Fredo Loafer. It took him a minute or two
to be understood, as he tried to babble about the church, the village,
and the giants, but Fredo soon got the gist of it and rang the alarm,
summoning the Town guards to the North gate. Fredo then told the young
Half-elf to lead the detachment of guards to the village, and off they
went. Cynthor easily outran the old, fat guards, and had to keep
stopping for them to catch up, but he knew they were going as fast as
they could. Upon reaching the edge of the village, Cynthor could see
all the buildings in flames, and several bodies in the street. Fredo,
taking in the sight at once, realized that the guards were too late to
aid, or even avenge the villagers, the Giants were gone. He walked over
to the young lad, and turned him around, away from the view of death
and destruction, shaking his head at the sight and muttering about
giants as he patted the little fellow on the back and tried to console
him.
A human uncle of Cynthor's, a
merchant in Moorgate, took him in and raised him, as the rest of the
family had been killed, and his elvish relatives lived far away. From
that day forward, Cynthor was wary, almost panicky at any formal event,
and in school, he just sat at his desk, morose, and lost in thought.
The very day of his 18th birthday, on the way to the party for his
nephew, Cynthor's uncle was attacked and killed on the streets of
Moorgate by a rogue. His uncle had always told him that being a Ranger
was dangerous, and the forests were full of vile creatures. He wanted
Cynthor to be a merchant, not a Ranger, like the boys father. At the
funeral, nervous, and fidgety, Cynthor kissed his uncles forehead, and
whispered "Uncle, the town is full of vile creatures as well, and just
as dangerous, I'm sorry, the traders life is nae fer me. I love ye as
if ye were me father, ye gave much fer me, but I must follow me heart,
and tis the heart of a Ranger."
At this point, he left the
funeral, and headed straight for the adventurers guild, becoming a
Ranger, and learning the skills and combat offered there. After a bit
of wandering around, he found himself in the Fortress, and ran into a
crazy looking young fellow wearing a kilt and hollering "Tae the clan
McCue!" every few seconds as he raised his bow in the air. Well, a
ranger he was, so why not talk to him, thought Cynthor. He did, and
Cember and Cynthor were friends from that point on.
As he gained experience and
talent, he made many friends, and had many memorable experiences. The
most memorable was one that happened soon after he had joined the
fighters guild, the dwarven wars! This gave him the chance to fight
side by side with the best adventurers in the lands, and a chance to
sail over the sea to the dwarven isle.
Not to condense the story, but
could take a whole book from this point on, so to make a long story
short, he ran from all the lasses, wanted to remain single forever, but
Lilliana's dragon conspired with her to trip him. He still remembers
the day she said "sure, I'll unlock the doors in town for you and you
can explore!" The first house she unlocked, he went upstairs, a bedroom
with a fireplace, boring! Turning around, he saw the door was blocked
by Lilliana, and her picnic basket. Cheeses, fruits, wines, a
ploughman's dinner, all there, ready to be eaten. He eyed the door, no
chance, the dragon was sitting in the way. Gulping, he sat down and ate
a meal with her, and talked, and talked, and talked. Eventually they
walked to the fighter's guild entrance, to say goodnight. Looking
about, alone, he gave her a kiss. Little did Cynthor know 7 mages were
lurked there preparing to attack the fighter's guild. Talk about timing
and all.Well, time went on, He joined the Rough Riders Clan, became one
of the original 4 Guild Guardians, started the afk pranksters squad
with Elendil, married Lilliana, had 3 kids, overcame his fear of
weddings by being best man 7 times, became the leader of the Rough
Riders, and most recently became a Mentor Guildleader. Many many events
have happened in his life not listed, but for those who don't know him,
now you have a general idea of what hes about. Oh, he drinks a lot too.
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Last modified Friday July 07 2006
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