Good Old Days
[PotA] Faen Fenwynn The Green
My community was a small one, nestled within a deep valley made of two grand mountains. We were isolated from the world. No wonderer sought for us and nor did my kind seek outward. We were happy for a time.
Then, two months after my eleventy-first cake day a group of Fire-cultists found my home. my people put up a fight, as best we could considering we were never a people of violence. My world was burned to the ground.
Some how I was spared, and amongst the smolder, a tall man found me under the burned ash of my family home. A man from the Emerald Enclave. Thus began my journey with them…Thus began my war against the Fire-Cultists