Post by xedren on Oct 31, 2004 16:49:56 GMT -5
Greetings, I am Fenro Ofeth currently working as a mercanary for the theives guild in Freeport.
Born into a wealthy family from Bastable, son of Therdon Ofeth, a ranger from the north. I grew up all around the world during my youth, able to see many places and learning the ways of the ranger. Mastering the skills of nature and honor, I followed my father on his quests under King Bayle of Qeynos.
One night while traveling along the highpass trade route, delivering a message to the mountain fortress my father was slain. Running into battle protecting a young group of traders he lost his life to a bandit raiding party.
All that I have left that was not looted off my fathers lifeless corpse is his old broken compass he used as a good luck charm.
Abondoning the ways of the ranger I left Bastable and eventually ended up in harsh Freeport. I quickly became interested in the rogues that hid in the shadows and slyly snuck around the thriving port city. I saw great potential. At age 21, I joined the theives guild, becoming quickly confronted by its not so glamourous reality. I was sent on missions all around the surrounding areas, kid-napping, assassinating, infiltrating. I learned the way of the rogue and mastered it.
Skilled with the blade and able to survive in the worst conditions of Tunaria, I have become one of the most esteemed mercanaries in Freeport.
Currently on a very secret mission, I sit in the village of Temby. Watching the lights of the settlement go out, and lay back and gaze at the stars, thinking about my father and the brutal ways in which I would avenge his death.
Born into a wealthy family from Bastable, son of Therdon Ofeth, a ranger from the north. I grew up all around the world during my youth, able to see many places and learning the ways of the ranger. Mastering the skills of nature and honor, I followed my father on his quests under King Bayle of Qeynos.
One night while traveling along the highpass trade route, delivering a message to the mountain fortress my father was slain. Running into battle protecting a young group of traders he lost his life to a bandit raiding party.
All that I have left that was not looted off my fathers lifeless corpse is his old broken compass he used as a good luck charm.
Abondoning the ways of the ranger I left Bastable and eventually ended up in harsh Freeport. I quickly became interested in the rogues that hid in the shadows and slyly snuck around the thriving port city. I saw great potential. At age 21, I joined the theives guild, becoming quickly confronted by its not so glamourous reality. I was sent on missions all around the surrounding areas, kid-napping, assassinating, infiltrating. I learned the way of the rogue and mastered it.
Skilled with the blade and able to survive in the worst conditions of Tunaria, I have become one of the most esteemed mercanaries in Freeport.
Currently on a very secret mission, I sit in the village of Temby. Watching the lights of the settlement go out, and lay back and gaze at the stars, thinking about my father and the brutal ways in which I would avenge his death.
