Ysidrian

Ysidrian
(The following is written in hesitant elven script.)
My mother was an Ardenai Noble born in the homeland and raised in a High House. I do not know the circumstances that led to her exile, nor the circumstances of my conception though without a doubt they are linked. My mother told me from a young age tha I was a bastard child, that she had been raped though she would never say by whom.

My first memories are of the bitter cold of the winter in Icmule Trace. Bundled in blankets and furs and sitting before a fire in our hostel I can remember my mother cooking for our guests and the stories they told. Warriors, adventurers, and explorers always eating at our table and sleeping on our floor. We were never without company and rarely without friends, but despite our relative good living my mother was never happy, always brooding, and ever sad.

As I grew, it became more apparent that my talents tended me to physical combat. My mother traded meals and lodging to the warriors that stayed with us for an education in the art of warfare. I was busy day in and day out, almost never with the same teacher. Despite the lack of consistency or perhaps because of it I learned that the most important part of being a warrior was being balanced.

Nights were rarely less busy then the days. My mother taught me the history of the lands, of each of the Arkati, and of the Drakes. She also taught me to write in elven and common, though I have mastered neither. As you already know my common is hard to understand at best, my elven much better.

One eve, after running to the bakery for some muffins and tarts for our guests I returned home to find a sight that would change my life forever. Without so much as a word to me my mother had hung herself from the rafters. Though I was shocked I was far from surprised. I cut her down and carried her from the house, buried her in our garden. It was the only place she had ever seemed happy. After closing up the house I picked up my backpack and my blade and made my way to the landing as much to go somewhere new as to run from the memories of what I was leaving behind.

The time I have spent in the landing has been nothing but a blessing. My time has been spent trying to live the ideals and virtutes that my mother left me with. Courage, honor, and humility. My heart and my Lord Kai have guided me to the Order of Voln, House Onoir, and the Silver Gryphons, three places I feel at home. My only dream is to live the life of a Knight and protector, to travel the lands doing deeds that will speak highly of my chosen Arkati and of myself.