When I was little my parents sent me away to live in Bet Seder with some friends of my parents. I live in the country so living in the city was going to be a new experience to me. I knew little about the the civilized world but always had a curiosity about plants. When I arrived the first thing they told me was to find some employment to help pay for things around the house. I was lucky enough to find a job at the alchemist shop. He wouldn’t allow me to mix any of the elixirs but instead he showed me what kind of herbs to pick so he could make his potions. As the years went by he trusted me more to create minor potions of healing and some antitoxin remedies. I spent most of my free time in the forest just wandering around, finding rare herbs and taking naps underneath the trees. Life was good. Whenever trouble arose I would just run and hide. Sometimes I would get away, but there were other times where I would just barely make it out alive. I was as the forest was protecting me. I never questioned it nor said anything to anyone out of fear of being mocked or made fun of, they would probably just think I’m insane and have me locked away.
It was just another normal day, when the army announced that the Orcs were terrorizing the outskirts of the forest and they were heading this direction. They said that Captain Malleus is going to battle this horde but needed more guides to help get regiments through the forest. I have helped Captain Malleus a few time in the past by finding him some criminals hiding in the forest, plus I love this forest dearly, the only option I had was to join. I knew the woods better than most. The regiment was about fifty men and a musician. No clue why the need a musician but he seemed to keep their spirits high and was pretty good at it. As long as if he didn’t give away our location I was fine with his playing. As the weeks went by we became closer to the enemy front line, everyone was one edge. I became friends with a couple of the soldiers, one which had given me a book with a four leaf clover in it. He said this book has brought him good luck throughout the years and had a feeling he wasn’t going to need it anymore given the circumstances. The book was a book discussing manners and etiquette. I don’t know if he was implying something or if he didn’t want his lucky book go to waste, rotting in a field when he dies. We thought we were a couple days away from the enemy front line, when all hell broke loose. We were smack dab in the middle of an orc pack. Due to miscalculations on the intel, we actually passed the battlefront and wound up walking right into them. There were too many of them and they had us by surprise. I can’t explain how I survived it was like there was a voice inside my head tell me to stay in the back of the group. When all the blood shed was happening the only thing I could think of was to get away. So I ran into the forest. It wasn’t that difficult know that I think back on it. It was as the forest opened itself up to me and closed behind me. The few orcs that chased after me seemed to be getting tangled up in vines and others got attacked by animals that seemed to come out of no where. Needless to say I was the only survivor. I waited a couple of days hiding in trees and bushes for the horde to pass. When everything felt safe I went back to where I left my group and was to only find dead bodies lying everywhere. I counted the bodies of the dead to see if there had maybe been some survivors. I was only able to count most of the regiment. Most bodies were torn to pieces others seemed to have been burned to a crisp. As far as I can tell I was the only survivor in the battle. If you want to call this massacre a battle that is.
The only thing I could do now was to head back to town. As I was hiking back, I began to realize that there was a good chance they are going to put the blame on me. I did nothing wrong tho. I was commissioned on to be a guide and guided them is what I did. They will not see it that way tho. I will be labeled a coward for not dieing with the soldiers or a traitor for leading them to their death. There is nothing left for me back in Bet Seder but ridicule or a noose. I stopped heading back towards town and started following the coast northwest. I eventually found a stream and a nice area in the forest were the was plenty of food. This place had a look to it like no other. It was peaceful, majestic, divine even. I felt as tho something wanted me to stay here. I had know where else to go so I will make this my home. As the months went by the plants started moving on their own, as if they were watching me, following me. I then realized that I could control a couple of these plants to do what I wanted it to do. Years went on like this. I was content with this lifestyle, but one day, it was as nature itself spoke to me. A voice from nowhere but everywhere was speaking to me. It explained to me what I am and why I can do the thing I do with the plants. It said I will learn from my future experiences to become more powerful, but for now the world is in trouble. It knew little of the danger, something was blocking its’ site from see the truth. The only information it had was that if it was not stopped the world could come to an end. That I must rid this evil and balance out the world. I need to travel to brandobia and speak with a duke that resides there. That this duke knows more about the evil that is coming about. I must first gather a small party so I have a better chance at defeating this powerful foe. It sent me to Bet Seder…….
It been about three years since I’ve been to Bet Seder. I can only hope that they do not remember my face. But atleast I have a strong contact in that town. It took about week to reach Bet Seder, faster than I should have made it. The only thing I could think of is that the forest deity helped me in my travels. The first thing I did was inquire about the whereabouts of Captain Malleus. I was pointed the direction of where he should be and to my surprise he was no longer in the Army, but instead a mercenary. I told him my situation and told me about a group that he has to leave for a bit. One in particular, a half-orc, the unappointed leader of that group. He said he would leave word with them that I will be tagging along with them as their guide to help them in their adventures. He also introduced me to a Bard before he parted ways, saying that the bard was also going to be tagging along with the half-orc. There is something very familiar about this Bard. I can place my finger on it tho. He kind of reminds me of the musician that accompanied me to the battlefront many years ago, but I can’t remember his face and plus there is no way he is the same one, I was the only survivor.