When he became ill several months before I left, I was in a panic, I could hardly supply for my mother and my father by farming alone! I did what I could, and I called on the help of the city clerics, but they said he was going to die, it was inevitable. That day came, and my world seemed to end there.

My mother died shortly after, in her grief.

Torm was our family's god, and I know it was by his blessing that night, when one of his clerics came to deliver the news that my mother had died in the Hospice.

I broke down into tears, and he comforted me... seeing that I had nothing left, he offered to take me in for a while until I could get back on my feet. I cryed all night that night, in the warm and soft bed they afforded me.

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The years passed slowly, I am twenty four now. I understand the ways of my calling, and I feel so much nearer to my god than before. After I lost everything, he was still there, and I was still wanted, still useful to him. It is why I serve him now.

But, in all my joy, it seems always tainted with sorrow... my mentor had died three nights before my twenty third birthday, I had been heartbroken. Another took up my training, but it was never the same. Soon I decided it was time to move on, it was time to search for... something else...

I'll never forget the day I stepped on that boat, leaving the land I knew and loved so well, but one that held so much pain for me...

In-game description: This man looks to be about in his mid twenties. He has a warm smile, and a friendly manor. He walks almost as if unsure of his next step, but at other times, seems rather focused.