Story of Tyrelan

[Tyrelan Theel]

Born into a family known for its sucess in battle, Tyrelan was destined to be a fighter. Four days after his birth,an Alfar tribe from the west raided Tyrelan's home, killing his father and mother infront of him. They enslaved Tyrelan for years, forcing him to do everyday unpleasantries. The hard labor made Tyrelan strong, and he snuck out at night to hone his fighting skills.One day, while scrapping excess meat scraps off a mahirim hide to make a cloak, Tyrelan saw a pack of young mahirim hunting a fawn deep in the woods. He saw what fun they were having, and he defied his masters main rule to never leave his grounds and joined the young mahirim. The pack of mahirim began shoving Tyrelan calling him a traitor and Alfar follower. Tyrelan did not know any better becuase this life of enslavement is all hes ever known. The pack took Tyrelan back to the mahirim camp and the camp leader, Elnorien, explained everything. Tyrelan made quick friends with a young and uprising hero named Balarion. Balarion convinced Tyrelan to join his clan. Realizing the truth about his past, Tyrelan went into a rage. He returned to his alfar camp, his master waiting with a whip. When he walked inside the Alfar whipped his whip at him. Tyrelan caught it and with the strength of ten orks he yanked the Alfar towards him. Tyrelan grabbed his master by the throat and crushed his neck, biting into his throat. With the thick sulfuric taste of Alfar blood in his teeth he proceded to whipe out the entire Alfar clan in a single night. Upon return to the Mahirin camp, with blood stained claws and blood dripping from his fur, Balarion learned of what Tyrelan had just done and took him in as a brother, giving Tyrelan the last name Theel. Tyrelan felt at home in the Theel brotherhood. Tyrelan and Balarion grew up together and trained in their arts of battle everyday. Tyrelan to this day still hunts Alfar at the full moon and practices his killing skills in between his hunts. He lives for the Alfar bloodshed. Even though in a new and better life, Tyrelan still remembers his past. His purpose is to vanquish all Alfar of Agon, and revenge his murdered family. Now a decent fighter, Tyrelan sets off to improve his skills with far greater fighters than he. As he steps out of town, he notices an Alfar at the edge of the woods. To be continued...

[Ais]

excellent story...kinda conformist but i likeyi hsould right of my epic story

[lok-tar-ogar]

pretty good man i would have gone into at least a little detail of how the camp was sacked but very good story

[Tyrelan Theel]

His ears pin back as he looked to the sky. It is not yet night fall and Neith won't be there to aid him in battle for another 4 hours. Enraged by the Alfar being so close to Tyrelan's home camp he begins to slow crawl in a stealth manner on all fours. Thoughts run through his head of if the Alfar is a scout and there is going to be yet another raid and another murder of his new family. As he nears the Alfar, the Alfar springs upward into a nearby tree, bow drawn. Spotting Tyrelan, the Alfar pulls back an arrow and releases it. Tyrelan begins into a full speed crawl, lunging to the left and right irradically and rapidly. His speed to too fast to be hit. Seeing this, the Alfar begins to enchant his bow, whispering in Alfar toungue, his bow begins to glow red and a dark arau surrounds it as nearby leaves in the tree begin to die. He fires his next arrow and the arrow moved with extreme speed. Tyrelan lunged up into the tree as the arrow caught him in the thigh. As his jump made him near the Alfar, the Alfar enemy pulled a schimitar glowing green with vile poison. Suddenly, the Alfar disapeared as Tyrelan lands right where the Alfar would have been, swiping with his moon bladed claws. Then with a quick slash, a near fatal blow struck into the lower back of Tyrelan, knocking him out of the tree. The Alfar then looked down upon the unconcious body and said " Young warrior, I have seen your rage, but you rely to heavily on the moon. For this you shall die." Just as he finished a arrow pierced through the Alfars chest, and he dissapeared and fled. Balarion came running with his bow out and carried Tyrelan back into the Mahirim camp. Tyrelan was halucinating, and saw Alfar everywhere. They all looked the exact same as the Alfar who had just bested him. Cloaked in all black with a dark red chest piece. The local medicine guru in town took Tyrelan in and began healing rituals using the sacrifice of neaby ghouls to claim favor of the gods to heal. Though near death, Tyrelan replayed his defeat a thousand times over in his head and yearned to get the Alfar back. To be continued....