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About Cerrin

My stepfather told me:
"You were born as the decent of noble elven beauty and a pure human art - one of the greatest bards of your time"

My mother couldn't keep me in her family midst - that would be a disgrace for here noble ancestors, so she left me living with an old friend of her, an half-elven diplomat Ahlondir, who replaced my father, that disappeared even before i was born.
My stepfather *to abyss it goes* my true father, Ahlondir'n'Dol, earned respectable title of a nobleman and a domain as a leader of adventurers' party. He always had a house full of old friends, who taught me a lot and treated me better, than a half-elven kid like me would expect.

Gronk:
"You 'otta run fasta, lil un, c'mon, fasta! Be stronk!"

Tulnik:
"Don't mix red and bl...*THOOM*...intolerable youngling...*incomprehensible gnome swearing*"

Amin:
"You're late child, but sit down, please, let's discuss the latest topic i've given you - the story of Absalom..."

Talgrin:
"So, si'down, i'll tell ya bout mountain kings of old, dawie, listen closely"

I studied a lot, a lot of marvelous and so different things, so it comes as no surprise, i've chosen the best of the paths. Pathfinder's.
During my struggle to become a pathfinder, i received a message that something's not right at home, so i asked for a leave. When i came home, it turned out i was late.
Old manor, that gave me peace and shelter was crawling with bureaucrats, collecting data, and all of my friends gone.
I've started an investigation, tangling one thread after another, until i found out a terrible story, of how for simple greed and envy, incredible people, who i considered to be my family, were falsely accused, and executed. They were slandered and set up by old rival and neighbour of my father - lord Bontur.

*snap*
"I suppose, a yongling like me can't make very good of a plan, yet i need to think well"
*snap*
"Let's use the tactics of Arohbrand the Cruelous, and serve the Highest possible justice to such a heinous spoiled enemy, like one we have"

Next weeks were coming and going, as i were preparing everything for justice to be served. All the time i heard a little crackling sounds, which, somehow, helped me planning and preparing everything.

*unrecognizable handwritings of few different styles*

His house is burning, he is blamed for all his sins, my father's name is clear now, and i'm standing right in the middle of his hall, with my father's sword in my hand, pointing right at his heart, as he kneels before me, trembling in tears. Yes, finally, lord Bontur got, what he deserved, he asks for mercy, and i will give him one, i will leave him in regret of every moment of the pitiful and miserable life, that is expecting him further.

*snap*
"Dis tootpick ain't good for i, i wanna hear his bones to cracka, and he scream loud, com'ere, screem viny lil' pigglet"

I'm sitting on the branch of an old tree, the one i've sat on so many times, when i was a kid. I'm all covered in blood. What happened? Maybe i'm not allright? Feel a little dizzy. I felt every change in my inner voice in last few weeks, but thought i'm just imagining things because of stress...Sound of bones cracking. Not any bones. HIS bones...Looks like i need to read my diary, but right now i'm afraid to turn the page, so i'm just sitting here writing.
*few pages later*
I finally completed my education as a pathfinder. And managed to take control over my inner voices. No more memory loss. To be hones, they're helping me now. I found out, that by speaking with some people, that i find interesting, i gain their voices too sometimes. But that doesn't scare me, they always help. And turns out, it makes me a lotta better investigator, which i never aspired to be. But now i enjoy every single moment of solving human mind's puzzles.
Old manor is in hands of a good majordomo, familial armor fit me perfect, and i've made a new scabbard for my father’s sword, to conceal it, but always use as my support fine cane it happened to be. Looks like, i'm going for an adventure, just like my father did many, many years ago.

*snap*
"It's what you were born for, son"

I know, father, i know. I've heard of some troubles in...whad'ya callit...Daggermark?...let’s see...