Tegaron Raventer

Lord Tegaron
Was far to the south where I was brought into this land. Born to the most mundane family of farmers. For years I worked along side those who had no use for magic. The elements had always raged within me, eventually driving me towards those who are more accepting of the art. My travels had finally brought me to the Landing. I was instantly accepted with my skills in magic. Thoroughly ecstatic with helping so many survive with a few simple spells, I knew I was here to stay.
It wasn't long after I arrived when a vicious attack by the Vruul ended my arcane tirade. They had slain me and many others. Was too great a battle for the priests to tend to me, I slowly faded into the darkness. Was a time later I awoke on Lorminstras altar, I swore then that all Vruul and their undead adversaries will be released to her at my hand. Seems she accepted my oath and turned me into the direction of an Old warrior who roamed the streets of town. He told me of a brotherhood not far from town. And that I should go there to find what I seek. I did just that and found the greatest family and friends I had ever known. Their kindness and knowledge kept me strong even through the darkest of times. I will never be able to thank them enough.

Now my journeys take me to the farthest reaches of the lands. If ye see me about, and are in need, just ask. I would happy to help with any service I could provide.

~Tegaron Raventer