Cynthor's Story

Cynthor’s Story Cynthor the half-elf was born to a human father and an Elven mother under the sign of Grendal's bow, on the 17th day of hallow month, the year withheld so he can lie about his age. He was the youngest of 11 children, and the family lived in a small village a bit north of Moorgate. The village consisted of mostly humans, but a few elves and half elves were in the community as well. His father was a Ranger and a tracker, and he taught his son the basic skills as soon as he could walk. His mother taught him the high tongue perfectly< elvish>, but she preferred the more elegant old common to the new common his father spoke. Thus, Cynthor grew up speaking a mix of the old and new common, but his elvish he spoke perfectly. When he was 5, he became of age to attend the village school, and the first day was sent home with a note for his mother. After reading the note, his mother spanked him soundly and sent him to bed with no supper, a quill and lots of parchment. The note read "Your son pulled 3 young ladies pigtails, carved his name on his desk with a dagger, and ran off after lunch period to chase squirrels in the woods. I expect his behavior will improve immediately. He must write I will not misbehave 500 times and return it tomorrow! Sincerely, Mrs. Fogglethorpe". Well, back tae school went this young fellow the next day, and returned again with another note. Again, he received the switch and no supper, and a stack of parchment and quill. Wanna know what the note said? Of course you do! “Your son was caught gambling with dice in the back of the schoolhouse, after he had most of the other children's lunch money, and he tied the janitor’s shoelaces together, causing the old fellow to trip. This behavior is unacceptable! Double the standards!! Sincerely, Mrs. Fogglethorpe."Ý Well, needless tae say, little Cynthor didn't see much supper his first few weeks of school. No matter how hard he tried, he'd always get in trouble for something. On the bright side, his penmanship was remarkable for his age after all those standards. After the first few weeks of school, there occurred one of the two life altering events in his life. One of his older sisters was to be wed, and the whole village turned out for the gala event.Ý His Grandfather was sitting next to the young fellow in the town church as the ceremony began. Being the precocious 5 year old he was, he immediately ignored the boring old ceremony and started carving pictures on the pew. A blow on the back of his head from his grandfather made him drop his tiny dagger, and he immediately sat up and paid attention, because he loved his grandfather very much and didn't want to disappoint him. At about the same time little Cynthor decided to pay attention to the boring old ceremony, the rear doors to the church burst open, and a horde ofÝ Hill giants burst into the chapel. As it was a wedding, and poor form to bring weapons , none of the villages were armed or prepared for the onslaught. His grandfather, seeing the Giants burst in, grabbed Cynthor by the collar and his britches, and whispered quickly in his ear " boy, when you get to your feet, run, fast as you can, don't turn back, head for Moorgate, get the Town Guards, and get them back here, understand?" Little Cynthor nodded, the one thing he excelled in was running. His grandfather then heaved him through the church window above, and turned to join the villagers in the fight for their lives. Cynthor rolled to his feet, bleeding a bit from cuts the broken glass had inflicted, and then did what granddad had told him too, he ran, and ran, and ran, straight to Moorgate. Upon reaching the North gates of the town, he ran full into a Sergeant of the guards, one Fredo Loafer. It took him a minute or two to be understood, as he tried to babble about the church, the village, and the giants, but Fredo soon got the gist of it and rang the alarm, summoning the Town guards to the North gate. Fredo then told the young Half-elf to lead the detachment of guards to the village, and off they went. Cynthor easily outran the old, fat guards, and had to keep stopping for them to catch up, but he knew they were going as fast as they could. Upon reaching the edge of the village, Cynthor could see all the buildings in flames, and several bodies in the street. Fredo, taking in the sight at once, realized that the guards were too late to aid, or even avenge the villagers, the Giants were gone. He walked over to the young lad, and turned him around, away from the view of death and destruction, shaking his head at the sight and muttering about giants as he patted the little fellow on the back and tried to console him.

A human uncle of Cynthor's, a merchant in Moorgate, took him in and raised him, as the rest of the family had been killed, and his elvish relatives lived far away. From that day forward, Cynthor was wary, almost panicky at any formal event, and in school, he just sat at his desk, morose, and lost in thought. The very day of his 18th birthday, on the way to the party for his nephew, Cynthor's uncle was attacked and killed on the streets of Moorgate by a rogue. His uncle had always told him that being a Ranger was dangerous, and the forests were full of vile creatures. He wanted Cynthor to be a merchant, not a Ranger, like the boys father. At the funeral, nervous, and fidgety, Cynthor kissed his uncles forehead, and whispered "Uncle, the town is full of vile creatures as well, and just as dangerous, I'm sorry, the traders life is nae fer me. I love ye as if ye were me father, ye gave much fer me, but I must follow me heart, and tis the heart of a Ranger."

At this point, he left the funeral, and headed straight for the adventurers guild, becoming a Ranger, and learning the skills and combat offered there. After a bit of wandering around, he found himself in the Fortress, and ran into a crazy looking young fellow wearing a kilt and hollering "Tae the clan Mccue!" every few seconds as he raised his bow in the air. Well, a ranger he was, so why not talk to him, thought Cynthor. He did, and Cember and Cynthor were friends from that point on.

As he gained experience and talent, he made many friends, and had many memorable experiences. The most memorable was one that happened soon after he had joined the fighter’s guild, the dwarven wars! This gave him the chance to fight side by side with the best adventurers in the lands, and a chance to sail over the sea to the dwarven isle.

Not to condense the story, but could take a whole book from this point on, so to make a long story short, he ran from all the lasses, wanted to remain single forever, but Lilliana's dragon conspired with her to trip him. He still remembers the day she said "sure, I'll unlock the doors in town for you and you can explore!" The first house she unlocked, he went upstairs, a bedroom with a fireplace, boring! Turning around, he saw the door was blocked by Lilliana, and her picnic basket. Cheeses, fruits, wines, a ploughman’s dinner, all there, ready to be eaten. He eyed the door, no chance; the dragon was sitting in the way. Gulping, he sat down and ate a meal with her, and talked, and talked, and talked. Eventually they walked to the fighter's guild entrance, to say goodnight. Looking about, alone, he gave her a kiss. Little did Cynthor know 7 mages were lurked there preparing to attack the fighter's guild. Talk about timing and allä.Well, time went on, He joined the Rough Riders Clan, became one of the original 4 Guild Guardians, started the afk pranksters squad with Elendil, married Lilliana, had 3 kids, overcame his fear of weddings by being best man 7 times, became the leader of the Rough Riders, and most recently became a Mentor Guild leader. Many many events have happened in his life not listed, but for those who don't know him, now you have a general idea of what he’s about. Oh, he drinks a lot too. Fin