In the emerald expanse of the frontier, the residents of Aldune must be hardier than most. The Wilder Family knew this, and have for generations have produced some of the most skilled Rangers and Foresters. Demari hoped to take up the mantle, like his father and sisters before him. A protector of the people.
But he was good with a spear, but not great. Great with the animals, yet horrible with the traps. And always seemed to get lost in the forest, left doused in colored by the pixies.
However, he showed a wisdom beyond his years, took to horse back like he was born for it, and the Bow. His constant companion, a practical holy charm from the family's Deity. There for him whenever he needed it. Be it Fell Beast, or Haughty Fey; it seemed Old Deadeye would look out for him. So, it was decided. He would add a new standard for the family, Cleric of Erastil.
He flourished in the lodge of the Erastil; they showed him ways with the bow, the vast domain of the hunter, and blessings he offered to his clergy. The simple virtues he espoused always seem to make so much sense for Demari. But still he wanted to be out in the Wild, a protector of the community, a Crusader for Erastil.
So on the day of his full anointing into the service of Old Deadeye, he ask the old god for a blessing. So that he may go out into the wide world, and show the Virtue of his ways. A wish that he may defend Aurli, and become a guiding shot in these darkening times.
Good heart in you boy, you might have made a great paladin. But I'll take you as you are.
Demari had his first communion with his God, and Erastil blessed him rightly. Erastil sent him a Dire Elk to be his companion, for it was skill in all the ways Demari was not. The lumbering Grey Hoof, was still but a child, but as it will grows with him. And as Grey Hoof grows in power and it will assist him in his cause.
Then Erastil told him that he will soon be needed, and that the Order will serve as his path.
