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My life has a sad and dark side to it. My parents were both druids who lived in a remote location that is still secret, but is now were they rest. They were both outcasts, ridden from society. My father, once a mage shop clerk with a longing to see the mainland, came from the wonderful town of Moonglow.

When my father came up with enough gold to buy a ships cabin to the mainland (in this time peasants were paid in a coin called a copper piece) 5 gold pieces, he found it was not that wonderful. When he sailed to Trinsic, he found the town was almost completely made up of warriors. This made him change his mind. He found out that he didn’t have enough gold to go back to Moonglow and instead decided to run into the forest and restart life. He ran about a half mile until he ran into a group of Praetorians. They stole everything except the robe on his shoulders and the shoes on his feet. He then ran and built a small house out off raw materials, such as stone, wood, and clay, and lived there for a month.

My mother, a poor farmer from Skara Brae with a yearning to run away from it all, was a different story. Her farm was burned and destroyed by the Orcs and Lizardmen. She was very poor, and instead of moving into the city, she ran away into the forest. She took what little she had ran down towards Trinsic to start over. Unfortunately, as she was going across a bridge she was approached by a group of highwaymen, until my father appeared. “Corp Por!â€