Nerak's Story

The Story of Nerak!

I had a happy, uneventful childhood. Terak, my twin brother, and I were the only children of Tarak and Nebia. They were loving parents who indulged and doted upon us almost to a fault. Terak and I were as one. We gleefully played in the wondrous city of Woodtop without a care, getting into mischief, as elves will do. On Day 28 of First Harvest of our 17th year, all changed.
The family took a rare trip to Devardec, to see the sites and visit with friends of my parents, a merchant family there. We were in Central Plaza, enjoying a beautiful day, when suddenly a hush came over the crowd. You could fell a presence of unbridled evil. And then they came. Dark Elves descended upon the plaza. My father pushed my mother and I to the ground, and before I could blink, I saw the mangled bodies of my beloved father and brother fall before me. Their blood splattered upon my face. In shock and horror, I heard the wails and cries of the good people of Devardec as they were slaughtered for no reason but evil beyond comprehension.
It had only been seconds when the plaza began ringing with the sound of hooves, the clash of swords, and the chant of ZIR ZIR ZIR. Many mighty warriors atop magnificent mumakils filled the plaza, their mithril armour shining in the sun, as they began hacking down the Dark Elves. I looked up to see the most glorious warrior I had ever seen position himself to block the Dark Elves from my mother and I. So tall, so mighty, covered in blood, and with each swipe of his mighty sword, another Dark Elf fell. The carnage was great, and many warriors were slain.
When the last Dark Elf was slain, he held his sword to the sky and bellowed Glory to ZIR! I will never forget the look of total dedication and satisfaction in his eyes. I later learned that he was Forgrim, one of the mightiest warriors of the Temple of ZIR. He had saved the lives of my mother and I, but was too late for my father and Terak. The vile, wicked Takara had stolen their souls.
I was inconsolable. Returning to Woodtop was out of the question. I would see Terak's face everywhere that we used to laugh and play together. Sending mother home, I stayed in Devardec and became a citizen. My innocence was over. My destiny had been forged. I trained my mind and my small body with but one thought only -- to become a warrior and follower of ZIR. My only wish was to become one-tenth the warrior that Forgrim was, to avenge my family and keep evil from the innocents of the land. On my 18th birthday, I was finally ready. I traveled to Tranos and joined the Warriors guild. It was the happiest day of my life. The mighty Forgrim was my Guildmaster!
The long journey into learning to be a good and true warrior had begun.

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