Kello

Kello was born in a human settlement near Icemule. If his parents hailed from a particular culture, he did not get the chance to know. His parents were kind and loving, his mother he remembered always concerned with Kello learning as much as he could about the Lands and its people, while his father was more concerned with teaching him more mundane things such as surviving kobold attacks, or chasing off rabid squirrels.

He was only about 5 when everything changed, and a Krolvin raiding party took their settlement as easy pickings, and attacked. His mother was snatched from him quickly, his father fought as best he could for a meager farmer who could best a single kobold, maybe two, but he was wrestled to the ground without much trouble. It was then that Kello was riddled with such terror he fled the scene of the attack, and was able to avoid the Krolvins, but only through misdirection and at the expense of other villagers whom he hid behind or let go first before him, into certain traps.

As a result of his guilt for his cowardly ways, he felt he wasn't good for living as a regular person would, and fell into thieving and light thuggery to get by as an orphan in the harsh north.

Eventually around the age of 10, he smuggled himself into a caravan to The Landing, where he witnessed a Bard for the first time plying their trade in town center. He marveled at the Bards beautiful songs, and of their use of magics to wow and impress. He felt sad as he thought he was too tainted and cowardly to ever be so clean and impressive, and kept himself down as a lowly street urchin, wearing dirty ratted stained clothes, and taking to trap disarming and lockpicking to better sell himself to the local thugs. He could never afford the axes or twohanded swords his companions wielded, so he took to honing his hands and feet as weapons.

In secret though, he would try to practice his songs, and singing abilities, as he was too inspired to not do so, but was still personally shamed by his past cowardliness. It was one of those nights alone, singing a song of loss and mourning, he saw something wash up onto the shore that looked like an person. He made his way to the shore, and discovered a half- krolvin who looked as if he had been drifting at sea for sometime. Despite what Krolvins had done to his family, he couldn't bring himself to hate the half-Krolvins, as they had little choice in their parents, and he had yet to meet one who was happy of their birthing. As he helped the younger man, he realized he recognized the mythril pin the krolvin was clutching in his hand as if it was gold. It was the same pin his mother always wore, and had on the night of the raid.

After letting the young man recover, and after they spoke, they realized that they were, against all odds, half-brothers. The realization that he no longer had to be alone, and wanting to atone for the shame he walked with every day, he decided to cast aside his thieving days, and walk a different path. His brother, Wanageeska, encouraged him to pursue his Bardic dreams, and Kello in turn encouraged Wanageeska to pursue being more then a simple scout and to become the ranger he was meant to be.

Kello was able to put the stealing behind him, but found the trap handling and lockpicking lessons of his harder life had a place in his new one as an adventurer. He still wears dirty, stained , and worn out clothes, as reminder of the life he was able to pull himself out of thanks to having a family again, and also as a way to keep himself humble.

As part of Wanageeskas pursuit of a higher purpose in life, he was guided to the Guardians of Sunfist, and took well to the group, and its mission. It took Kello longer to come around, but eventually he too joined the Society.

Many years later the two of them returned to the shore where they met, and turned their attention to the fortress that was located near by. Some bustle was going out about chopping trees, and ballistas.... And the rest is to be written.