[Phervasaion]

"There is a lot that has happened in my life not all of which is interesting but i shall tell you some," said Phervasaion as he took a breath to begin his story. "Well my mother was called Evoyn and my father was called Pherdur whom i respected as a Father and a Ranger."

"He tought me most of my skills with my two handed sword which is my prefered weapon, and i had some lessons off a friend with a bow. Most of my child years of life were peaceful as i learned the skills of bieng a Ranger, Until oneday there was a supprise orc attack on my village and a few Rangers incuding my father stopped behind to try and stop the orcs. I wanted to stop with them and fight but my father told me to stop with my mother and protect her and i new i had to."

"So the villagers and a few other Rangers fled the village, It was then at least three days till we made it to the next village and there i waited for my fathers return. Later only a few of the Rangers that were protecting the village returned, my father was not among them and one and one of his friends approached me and told me he had bien killed protecting the village. My fathers friend then put his hand underneath his cloak and pulled out my fathers sword and said my fathers last request was for me two have this," Phervasaion then showed the other Rangers the sword which was very well made "I have kept the sword all my life and will never part with it."

"After my fathers death i remained with my mother whom i also loved very much and i spent many years with her. In that time i was still putting my Ranger skills to the test and going out on camps with my friends. Not long ago my mother died and after this i left the village with my friend Hiardur, and as you Know i eventually ended up here,"

Phervasaion then ended his story and took a deep breath...