Post by Ignin on May 27, 2016 11:21:24 GMT -5
Lalorren Brightleafe age:96
born in Late spring on a full moon during the spring festival of the Sun and planting. Some time durring the fall season 60 years after his birth him and his sister were spirited away and he was placed in a Monistary where he learned the ways of Elforen the God of summer and Harvest. His sister was never seen since. He has always been told his home was destroyed but never was he told by whome or when. I remembers his sister and longs to be reunited with here but for now he must focus on his studies and the ritual of his god.
Its been 36 years since I was sepperated from my sister I still remember her fondly. Her golden locks shining in the sun as she frolicked with the unicorns, she was only 53 at the time of our seperations still a child as was I. I vaguely remember the screems and the smell of smoke. I remember uncle Serellen snatching us up and fleeing on horse to the Monestary and my sister yelling for me as he rode off.
born in Late spring on a full moon during the spring festival of the Sun and planting. Some time durring the fall season 60 years after his birth him and his sister were spirited away and he was placed in a Monistary where he learned the ways of Elforen the God of summer and Harvest. His sister was never seen since. He has always been told his home was destroyed but never was he told by whome or when. I remembers his sister and longs to be reunited with here but for now he must focus on his studies and the ritual of his god.
Its been 36 years since I was sepperated from my sister I still remember her fondly. Her golden locks shining in the sun as she frolicked with the unicorns, she was only 53 at the time of our seperations still a child as was I. I vaguely remember the screems and the smell of smoke. I remember uncle Serellen snatching us up and fleeing on horse to the Monestary and my sister yelling for me as he rode off.