CeardMinadoir

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I am half mermish. My father was a fisherman, my mother, a Merperson. I was born on a island, south of Emeraldite castle, due east of the swallowing sands. Cut off from the rest of the world, my people lived a quite life, fishing, sailing, boating, and other water activities. All the people on this island worshipped Akwal, god of the water. All was well. Then one day a rogue group of nethana-worshipers came to our island out of a mysterious purple portal that appeared out of thin air right slap-bamb in the middle of our beautiful little Oasis. Their leader can forward, telling us of the beauty of the realm of their goddess, netharana. He urged us to join them in the blazing inferno, singing praise to their goddess, and give our souls wholly to the flames. They then told us of their Devine Mission, a mission to spread the beauty of fire to the over world, to watch and rejoice as the world became a burning hell of heat and fire. We kindly declined, explaining that we were perfectly happy here in our little fishing village with the waves lapping calmly against the shore. They did not like this a single bit. They suddenly came in huge masses out of the portal, bringing with them explosives, fire, lava and overall destruction. The few mages, warriors and archers we had fought bravely, but we were greatly outnumbered. They burned our houses and our crops to the ground. The slaughtered our animals and killed and pillaged and burned until the few that remained of us were forced to retreat from our once beautiful island home and take to the waters, relying on Akwal to guide us and keep us from danger on the seas. These accursed  murderers  became to be know to the few survivors  as the Cult of Fire, but what their true identity is, I don't not know. Eventually, we reached the shore. From here we went our separate ways, but each aiming for the same goal: to became a brave, powerful warrior and, when we were strong enough, to enter one of those strange portals to have our revenge  upon the firery deity of the nether. I trained long and hard, and at last became a paladin of Akwel. But over time we came to relies that it is not the goddess, Nethrana, that is to blame for the loss of our home, the but her people. In fact, after hunting down many servants of Nethana, we discovered that the ways of the Cult of fire was not, in fact, the ways of all the fire-deity's worshipers. Now we felt lost. After all these years of training and preparation, it turns out that we had no enemies to fight! So we tried to settle down into our old ways - farming, boating and fishing. And so, as I sold me wares in my little stall in the Unified Plaza, I heard about the many fractions that fought bitterly over the lands of Templehelm. When I heard about Thyvor, a peaceful fraction, who were very famous for there parties, I realised that this was just the thing I needed, a place to call home, somewhere that I can either fish in piece, or  should I ever discover the whereabouts of the Cult of Fire, a base if operations to (as my old comrades are long in peace and have already forgotten the old cause we used to dedicate so much to) launch my  one man war on the nether. In my long trip from my small base in the wilderness to the great town of Thyvor, I thought about my past and my future ahead of me, and realised that it really is time to forgive and forget. I can't live my life in hate and anger, because then all I will ever achieve is to creat more of the same. So I arrived in Thyvor in peace at last, however, should I ever be needed to fight for my  new home, I can promise you, this time, I will not fail.