Ahzai

My name is Ahzai. I am a human from Chastonia. I spent the better part of my life there working in the family vineyard in the southern hills of The Swale. Until recently I was married and had three children. My wife unfortunately died from complications of a consuming fever two years hence. I was married at 19 to Marella and we quickly had two children a fine young man Oshel and a daughter named Sarah. Five years later our third child came forth, Dani.

Oshel just prior to his 18th birthday announced that he was not in love with the bride that had been chosen with him and introduced the family to a dark elf lass whom he claimed to love. She was bearing his child. He left the family farm that day for parts unknown. I’ve received messages from him that they are fine and have two sons but it still saddens the heart to not even know where they reside.

Sarah also refused the husband that had been chosen for her but stuck around home two years later she met a giant man who had moved to the area to start a vineyard that she fell in love with. Both are what could be termed high strung but it would be an understatement. It is a credit to them both that they have survived each other and are still married.

Danni unfortunately was carried away captive at 16 in a raid from the south. It broke our hearts but we still hold out hope that perhaps she is alive and happy.

But this bio is about me. I just thought that recent history might explain why I am no longer in my homeland.

My mother had left our valley some many years hence a year before I was born. While she explored the world and honed her combat skills she met my father. Unfortunately he was a married man. His wife had left to visit her homeland and swore she would never return the parting was not pleasant one and many tender things were left unsaid and many hurtful things had been. Still for a year he remained faithful to his wife. He met my mother about six months into his separation and at first they simply were fast friends helping each other accomplish their goals. However Her Sister, my aunt showed up and started to try and entice him into her chambers. It was then that my mother realized she loved him and also attempted to catch his attentions. He succumbed to both but his feelings were for my mother. Just as things had warmed up to a romance his wife returned. Her anger was the stuff legends are made of. It was all my father could do to keep her from killing my mother. She allowed my mother to live but only if she left Wehnimer’s and never spoke to her husband again swearing to kill her and send her sorry soul to place unspoken of to that day and since that day. In disgrace my mother fled home only to find herself with child when she arrived.

My mother brought me up teaching me the ways of a warrior as that is what she was though I had little interest. Early on I discovered that I had a knack for manipulating the elements. I could do small little catrips like making small dust devils and warming metal lighting candles. Not much but it made me wonder about my father coming from a family of warriors why I was different and seemed unable to master anything beyond rudimentary defense and offence in the ways of warriors. Still I did my time in the town’s militia per mother request.

Being the “bastard” of the village made life a wee bit difficult. It also made me a bit defensive but also instilled in me a desire to stand up for those who are being taunted or mistreated. It got me into more than a few fights which most of them I lost due to my inept skills. I withdrew to myself and my family and those who became close enough to be called friends. My mother drummed into my head from an early age that I was never to make friends early because friendship cost more than most are willing to give, Selflessness. She instilled in me a sense that my word should be my bond that I should never play anyone false.

About a year after my wife died my mother finally married. I at that time felt a sense of duty released from my shoulders. Until that time I had always cared for my mother but now she had a husband and so with my new found freedom I decided to Strike out and see the places my mother had told me of

I missed the landing by a few miles found myself in Icemule at the winter solstice of all times to be in a frozen wasteland. I trained there awhile and finally hitched a ride to the landing.

Tis not an exciting tale. Few are. Tis not a morbid nor romantic tale but it is mine.