
Full Name |
Ailuin Farsire |
Race |
human |
Classes/Levels |
fighter 1/ wizard 1 |
Gender |
male |
Size |
medium |
Age |
20 |
Special Abilities |
Arcane Bond 1/day, Forewarned, Prescience 5/day |
Alignment |
NG |
Deity |
Erastil |
Location |
The City |
Languages |
Common, Draconic, and Giant |
Occupation |
Minor noble |
Strength |
14 |
Dexterity |
18 |
Constitution |
10 |
Intelligence |
14 |
Wisdom |
10 |
Charisma |
10 |
About Ailuin Farsire
I have not lived the life that was meant for me. Twenty years ago, I first gazed upon the Farsire house as it first heard my young wails. That house would be my home through all my imaginative years. The Farsires rank as minor nobility of no great wealth, having received their title for courageous feats of archery, though the esteemed bow might as well have been painted over the fireplace for all the use it got. Around my 15th birthday, I developed a knack for seeing things about to happen. It started small such as flinching before an object was dropped, but then developed into something more controllable. I had always been an odd youth, out of touch with the whys and why nots of politics, so it was not at all strange when my parents apprenticed me to a curious wizard. I was smart and showed a knack for divination; things progressed well. About, say, 2 years later, I heard news that my parents and older brother, who I have thus far not mentioned (we never saw eye to eye), were indicted of corruption charges. My mentor vouched for me, but the rest of the Farsires ended up imprisoned. I knew down in my bones that this was not the way it was meant to be, that there was something left undone for the Farsires. I returned to my lands one last time before they were seized and rescued the bow from the mantle. It will be me who restores the family name for those yet to come. We have come a long way and the Farsires, my descendants, still have a destiny.