Vermin, rodent, trash...these were the things uncle called me back home. Since the goblins had massacared my parents hunting lodge my uncle inherited it all, I was to young to care for it or myself. He got wealthy on the rich game trails the Founders settled...my uncle also squndered that wealth. I stayed a time, learning the ways of trapping and hunting, skinning and tracking.
I sharpened my eyes to target far off enemies. Finally I trained my strength to draw my fathers bow.
The goblins came again several years later, I was in my 13th summer then...the underestimated me like my uncle did them. The lodge was razed the rest of my kin murdered, though I wasn't sad, I hardened my heart to the torment from my family. I hated my uncle for berating me, I hated my parents for leaving me, and I hated the goblins for not killing me. So I turned the tables, instead of hunting game I hunted the vile goblins.
Tracking them, observing and taking their lives for several years I lived under their shadow. I learned their language and their habits, I loathed them. Swearing off my families name I become Drorain Wildoak, since they were the trees I had lived amongst. I trained constantly with the bow, grew close to the forest and found pleasure in the company of the animals and plants.
Some more years passed, I had moved my hunt out to wider circles, seeking fiercer tribes to cut my teeth on. I am up north by Baldurs gate one day when a caravan happens by...the smells of their stew draw me in, this area lacks proper hunting. I beg off them some stew and learn more about their travels...an elf and a half elf, a human and a gnome...all seeking adventure, and the half elf seems to be running from some merchant over a small misunderstanding. I invite myself to follow them, I've not spent time amongst the people other than halfling family members, and a few trips into town for supplies. This could be fun!
Our travels bring us adventure nearly right away, helping a town regain it's water supply. We find a bound case with a riddle and note, theres adventure to be had down at the Mother of Mists Isle.
The trip to this island has been an adventure unto itself, many new companions, some lost, new tricks learned along the way. I am glad for coming, I have gained a new mount as well as friend in Akiba, he's saved my life a few times. I let the party run as it likes, offering suggestions as best I can, often times going out on my own, sharpening my skills in stealth. I learned some arts of war and trapping as well through observation of our enemies.
Now I sit by and with my friends on the Isle. We have found in our exploration several ruins of an agricultural society. Some clues point to the riddle we are trying to solve, but we haven't found our promised adventure just yet, but it feels like our journey has just begun.
Tags: D&D 3.5 Adventure Ranger Scout
