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Born over a century ago, Erthor had a brutal childhood. Having survived multiple raids by roaming Goblin and Orc forces that still plagued their lands. At the age of eighty he lost both of his parents in one of the bloodiest raids their people had ever suffered. His village was nearly wiped out, leaving behind nothing but the children that had hidden in the secret alcoves made for them by their parents.

These children, Erthor being the eldest, emerged from hiding to find everything they had destroyed. They salvaged together what they could, at least enough weapons to hunt and protect themselves before they departed their ancestral village. Being the Eldest made Erthor the leader of this rag tag group of orphaned children and as there leader he was determined to protect them. He led them to a secluded cave hidden by a heavy copse of trees high in the forested lands of Breiland. There they rebuilt a semblence of community, using the skills that their parents taught them to survive. It was in this secluded place they grew up, honed their skills as craftsmen and as warrirors.

Their hatred for goblinoids gave him the strength to hunt their damned kind near tirelessly. This led to certain parts of the wood being taboo to some of their weak-hearted foes, as so many of them had been felled by Erthor and his fellows bows. This saved them over the intervening years, especially as the enemy had no central leadership. By the time their became adults they had found more of their own people and started to maintain regular contact.

This regular contact brought upon a sense of wanting in their small, isolated community, a wanting that eventually led to the decision to rejoin their kinsmen. It was a decision that Erthor didn't agree with, but years of being their leader had given him the insight that certain change was needed. So instead of fighting it he cast a vote and voted they abandon their home and rejoin their kin. Though when the others began to depart he bid them farewell and decided to head out to the lands where darkness was rising again.

No longer burdened by having to protect his people he could now focus on expanding his skills and honing his abilitie. He now sought out a legendary creature, one that let him bring death from the skies and give him greater mobility in the dark days that were surely coming again to Brieland.

Calm Despite the anger that festered in his heart, Erthor had a sense of calm about him. He learned the hard way that hatred, though powerful, led to mistakes. Mistakes that often got others or yourself killed.

Studious Erthor wasn't much like his kind, he was always learning and never content to sit back and 'go with the flow'. To him that idleness is what makes his kind such soft targets, their immortal nature was their greatest weakness. So instead he choose to learn and live like he would die tomorrow. Because often times that was a strong possibility.

Team-Orientated Being a leader among children survivors, and growing up fending off Orcs and goblins by the skin of their teeth, forced them to hone tactics as a team. Because timing their shots and overlapping their arrows flight could keep even a large foe pinned down and unable to charge their high ground position.