Welcome to my site traveler
You must be tired from all this surfing. We don't get many visitors in these parts. Please rest a while. As you can propabaly tell, I'm quite excited to have you! It can get pretty lonely around here.
My story? Oh traveler it is quite a long story, and honestly I haven't told it in so long I don't remember how to tell it. Where should I begin? Oh I know! I should start at the begining. Most good stories start at the begining.
Fevale
I’m the second of my family. When I was young, we weren’t rich, nor poor. My father was a farmer like his father before him, and my mother helped as much as she could. My older brother, Zraco always helped with the house chores, was always the ray of sunshine in the family. On weekends he would help dad at the local market sell our goods -- milk, eggs, and fresh meats. My younger sister, as much as I can remember, was always the quiet one. Sometimes she would play with us, but most of the time she preferred being alone. Life was good in Fevale at the time.
You never heard of Fevale? It’s not surprising, afterterall it is in a different plane. It isn't too different from yours, we also have great oceans, grassy lands, deserts. However, we also have floating mountains, lava lakes, and magic! Oh traveler, you should see it~ Sorry we're getting distracted. What were we talking about? Oh yes -- Fevale! It is quite a large village close to the capital, with many farms. The central plaza was where all of our activities took place. There was a school, a market and, in the center, a large fountain. The shops were quite busy! We had an armory, a few inns, a general bazaar, and our famous alchemy store: The False Fairy. Oh traveler, The False had the most unique potions in the land. Scholars from far and wide came to it for it’s elixirs. It was said that it’s owner, Mister Poros Dathas -- a dragonborn, created a potion that cured our great King. If only we knew then… but alas…no one knew.
The Earthquake
But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves now. Let me tell you about the earthquake. When I was but a teenager, our city was struck by a massive earthquake. I was returning from school at the time. Luckily for me, I was nowhere near a building, but my poor mother was home. When it began, I was atop a hill, and I could see my home from afar. I saw it traveler, I saw it crumble. I tried running home, oh did I try. At every step, I fell. I never felt anything like it. To this day, after all my adventures, I just, could. Not. Stand. After a few minutes, I saw it. Like a house of cards, it all came down. Nothing could’ve stopped it. But that wasn't what marked me, traveler. It was the scream. My sister screamed so loud when she saw my mother...my poor mother, that time itself froze. With tears, pouring down my face, I tried getting up. I fell. I screamed and cursed the heavens, I tried again, and again, and again… nothing could be done, the earthquake was too strong for me.