As told by Drakenos himself:

   "I grew up in a sorcerer's tower surrounded by a forest. I didn't have any friends so the only thing I could do is explore the forest. It was simple times for me, as a young half-elf, I had a loving elf mother, but my father decided it should get harder.

   "A strong controller of magic, my father wanted his son to be the same as he; and if his son had a problem with it, too bad. Now this attitude that my pompous, tyrant of a father took on did not go well with me. I was an adventurer, a fighter; I didn't mind magic at all but it wasn't what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

   "As a result there was warfare in my home. At my early ages I would just run and hide, but as I grew older I began to fight back. By age 15 I was much stronger than my father, and if I could get him before he cast a spell, I'd beat him. Other times he would keep me stunned long enough for him to give me a good thwarting. Most times my mother would break us up, crying her eyes out.

   "Finally I left. At age 16 almost 17 I told my father he no longer existed to me. He tried to stop me, but before he could I harnessed all my anger into one punch and knocked him out. My mother pleaded with me but I told her that I couldn't live under his roof, cause if I lived here, he'd own me.

   "With that it was of into wilderness to find the nearest town. I had been to towns before just not a whole lot, and so I wandered among the south-lands, both in and out of town. When I needed money or food or shelter I would work for it, and when I felt like leaving I would. I loved to travel the forest, and I could always hide from or lose a monster, that is until I meet a particularly hungry troll. That thing chased me until I fell over in exhaustion, and as soon as I thought I was going to die an arrow stuck stuck itself right into the trolls back. This was when I met him, who I consider to be my real father.

   "He was an elf ranger who seemed to glow with as much power as my father and yet seem as kind as my mother. I told him my story, he took me in, and I became a son to him. He taught me the way of the ranger but told he would not teach me if I did not want to learn. As it turns out I became a natural. When he asked me to do something, (and he always asked) I would happily do it. If I didn't do it well enough he would help me get better, and after a time I became a good ranger. He also taught me of the two most important gods he could ever believe in, and to this day I thank Ica for the battles I've had, and Kali for a life that allowed me to have them. We traveled all other the world and saw many things.

   "But then in one quick swipe he was taken away from me. I was almost 18 in a small fort in the forest when an ogre approached me. I raised my crossbow but he just help out an object tied up in a cloth and dropped it and left. A year ago this day I unwrapped the cloth from around the head of my dead father, and to this day I train and fight in order to one day kill the monster that did this to him..... The Ogre King."