Cormactic

nBorn in the area of Maelligh in Highmount in the Turanzzyrian Empire. The son of a Kezram and Nishtalia who were, as foreigners put it, Hermits who lived off the land. They were hard working with a small farm cleared from the mighty forest, they raised animals and had a small garden. Most of the money came from the 3-4 days a week that Kezram would work to fell mighty trees and haul them to the nearby city of Maelligh. A tall and demanding man he was disappointed by his "runt of a son," a phrase muttered under his breath each time young Cormactic came into view.
Nishtalia was protective of her young son, but this protection only made young Cormactic try harder to win the affections of his father. At the age of 12 a group of raiders attacked in the night and began to raid the small farm regularly. The meager farm was barely sufficient to sustain the small family and their 7 children. After a few nights Cormactic and his older brother Chronotheus were tasked with protecting the livestock while their father lay wait in the woods for the bandits to return. Chronotheus was broad shouldered and a towering young man of 15 and was every bit the son of Kezram.
The night was thick with darkness and the silence was broken only by the sounds of the livestock as they would move or shuffle. Cormactic found the conditions frightening while his older brother seemed to be positively excited to fight to protect his family. They lay in wait so long that young Cormactic dosed off to sleep, he was jolted awake by the sounds of swords clanging. He could see Chronotheus fighting off two full grown men and could see one body laying nearby. Cormactic was hidden in the weeds and thus far no man had seen him, he knew that he must act but the young boy was afraid.
He watched the fighting only steps from where he was but found he could not force himself from hiding. As he watched his older brother slew one of his foes and forced his way closer to where Cormactic lay in hiding. Cormactic could see that Chronotheus was covered in blood and bore many wounds, his breathing was labored, and his strength was failing. Cormactic's blood stilled and his grip on his small dagger tightened. Chronotheus parried the next attack, just as his brother leapt from hiding burying his dagger in the neck of his opponent.
His foe reached for the young boy trying to dislodge him from his back, but quickly the wound to his neck proved fatal. As his lifeless body slammed to the dirt Cormactic released the dagger still in the bandits throat. Chronotheus leaned on his sword panting. "Took you long enough to wake up little brother," Chronotheus grinned broadly at his younger brother.
Cormactic’s hands shook, the adrenaline that had moments before fueled him now threw the young man into shock. He fell to his knees eyes fixed on the lifeless bodies around him. Moments later their father came bounding back into the field, carrying the mighty axe he used to fell trees.
Kezram surveyed the scene, glanced at the house and asked, "your mother and the children?" Chronotheus smiled, "They didn't get past us father, Cormactic and I stopped them here." Kezram looked at his two boys and seemed to notice for the first time that Cormactic was there. Cormactic who was now sobbing softly felt his father lift him and carry him to the house. As they walked Kezram told of how he had fought several men forcing most to retreat. He looked down at Chronotheus "well done, you saved your family with your skill." Then he looked down at Cormactic "I am very..." his words were cut short as an arrow tip pushed through his father’s neck. Blood spilled on young Cormactic as he fell for the second time that night to the ground. His father’s body was crushed upon him and he lost all sense as the world went black.
He woke to find a kind man looking down upon him, Cormactic dazed wondered where he was and struggled to recall a memory that danced at the edge of his thoughts. Suddenly he remembered, he sat upright eye darting left and right, but he didn't recognize anything around him. He seemed to be in a small boat which was resting on a beach unfamiliar to the young Cormactic.
The kindly figure just looked down kindly expression on his ancient looking face. "Where am I?" muttered Cormactic more to himself then the ancient looking man. The old man just patted his head and walked up the beach to a shack half built into a giant tree and the edge of a forest. Cormactic eventually followed the man, only to find he was not inside the house. The small home looked abandoned and layers of undisturbed dust lay about. Cormactic gazed about in bafflement, when he looked back out he saw there was no longer a boat.
Cormactic lived on that island for six years foraging for food, hunting, and hiding from the vicious creatures who stalked the woods. Each time he attempted to build a boat it would mysteriously disappear, including the time he had slept in it to stop it from vanishing. For six years he lived on that island speaking to no man, keeping to the shadows and hunting. He often replayed the scene of his father’s death, he had been about to say something to him. Was it a rebuke like so many he had heard before, praise like that of his brother? Where was his family, what had happened to them? These unknowable questions assaulted his mind day and night.
In his 18th year he left his hovel to find the same boat he arrived in sitting as it had six years before. Without taking his eyes from the boat he grabbed what provisions he could and dashed to the boat. He rowed the boat to the far distant shore, and found a wandering group of T'kirem Giantmen. They took pity on the young Rogue and gave him work providing food for the camp, he found he was far from his home in Highmount. These Giantmen knew of his home, it was their tribes former home from many generation before. They promised to bring him near the land on their journey, in the meantime they told the young human of the events of the world for the past six years.
Cormactic returned home nearly six months later to find the remnants of a home long since destroyed by fire. A solitary grave with no name near where the livestock were once kept beneath a mighty tree. In despair Cormactic fled to Maelligh, he searched for two years for any trace of his family or anyone who knew their fate. To this day he has never learned their fate, haunted by his past, who was the ancient man? Why had he been marooned on that island? These questions and many others burned into his conscience and he still to this day spends most of hist time trying to answer them.
It was only by chance he found a group setting out for a new life in Wehnheimers landing, having given up all hope he set out to find a new beginning at the edge of the empire.