Despite this, he grew up to be a smart boy, and he enjoyed talking with the elders at his village about their adventures when they were younger, more so than playing with the children of his age. Once in a while an adventurer would come by, asking for a place to rest or trying to barter for some supplies, and young Serigil always had a way of making them talk and tell their tales for hours. He was always fascinated by magic, how performing a gesture, speaking a few words and mixing some exotic ingredients could make the impossible happen. He dreamed of learning those skills, but he knew he could never do it at home, because learning the Arcane is a lengthy and difficult process, and there was no-one to teach him there.

Time went by and pretty soon he was training to help defend the village, as was the job of all young elves. His strength was never exceptional, perhaps because he had always preferred learning, but his hand had always been quick, so he learned the arts of the bow.

With the training the burden of duty grew stronger, and he ended up forgetting about learning magic and adventuring and all those dreams. He just wanted a quiet life at his village, maybe find someone... There weren't many young girls there though, and the ones there were had already chosen their companions. And that only made him want to train harder. If you look back at it, that's probably why Serigil is so shy with women these days.

Anyway, the art of the bow is a tricky one, and takes some time to master, so he only knew the basics when it all happened. There was a new orc chieftain and he had been gathering clans under his leadership. Their plan was to take the woods for their own, so that they could move easily to destroy the human villages and towns outside the forest. Serigil's town was in their path. So one terrible night, the town woke up to find an immense horde of bloodthirsty orcs. The warriors were called out, and they fought bravely, but the beasts were just too many. Serigil kept fighting, until he saw there was nothing more he could do, and was forced to flee. He was one of the very few who escaped, but he doesn't know there were others who made it.

Cursing the entire orc race, Serigil is forced to make it into human lands and try his luck as an adventurer. The path he had abandoned before quickly found its way to him, and having lost his parents, his friends and his home there was really nothing holding him now.

That day however, Serigil made a vow: never would he let an orc live when he would have the chance to kill it.