Alecia's character lore

True Neutral - Audreyn Atclif

	I grew up in the agrarian city of Baford, located in Southern Borea. My mother bore five children in total, I being the youngest, and the only girl. Some of my fondest memories revolve around our farm, the barley and yeast which my father and brothers would harvest each season. My mother and I would tend to the cattle, as I was too young and small to be out in the field. The stories she would tell me as we went about our duties had always fascinated me; tales of the gods and the titans which they bestowed on our lands, wars waged and won, the chivalrous Rangers sworn to protect, and those so in tune with themselves and the elements that they could wield magic.

	I distinctly remember the many merchants who would pass through, heading inland from Ferthelm Keep, as well as wizards and warlocks of sorts traveling from the University of the Arcanic Arts. One of these men will forever be engrained in my mind. I had always been enthralled by his sort, but what he did for my family one day led me to aspire to be everything he was, and more. My eldest brother had been working in the field, when he stumbled and caught his own leg with the scythe he had been using, leaving him with a considerable gash. A passerby heard my families panic as my father and three other brothers scrambled to carry him back to the farm, where my mother would do her best to treat the wound, but my eldest brother was bleeding profusely. The passerby approached calmly and offered to help the boy, as he was a Paladin, and often helped to heal his fellow Rangers with wounds of similar severity in battle. My father and mother, panicked and unsure of what they could do for their son themselves, welcomed the Paladin's help. I watched with amazement as this selfless man leaned over my brother, tome in hand, and waved his other hand over my brothers wound as he cast a healing spell. The wound closed in front of my eyes, and I was astonished.

	For years I reflected back on that day, dreaming of what I may one day be able to do, and the people who I could aid selflessly, as this man had aided my brother. Until my sixteenth name day. It was then that my dreams and aspirations grew too strong, and tending livestock wasn't enough for me. I said my woeful goodbyes to my loving family, and departed from the city of Baford, traveling into the Sandarah Desert to the University of the Arcanic Arts. I would then go on to study the magic of healing, offense, and defense for the next four years of my life, all to accomplish my dreams of becoming a Paladin.

	Now, at the mere age of 20, I had been taught the ways of the Paladin, and had been given the means to improve upon myself and the magic I was now able to wield. I returned to my home town of Baford and enlisted as a guard, where I then spent the next year of my life. Shortly after my 21st name day, my captain called me down to the Barracks, where he introduced me to a man. This man said that he was a Ranger of Rostathe, from Ferthelm Keep, who was sent to recruit men and women as guards of the keep. My captain insisted that I be one of them, as Paladin's are of high value in the Keep's, and he had been impressed with my work as one thus far. I accepted the Ranger's proposition, and once again said my goodbyes to my family, as I was now headed to Ferthelm Keep.

	I served at Ferthelm Keep for four years before the war began, at which point I was called to action with the Ranger's of our Keep. We began our march towards the Boar's Wood. Shortly after the battle began, a deafening explosion shook the ground beneath our feet, and in seconds the battlefield was covered in a dense mist. I could hear the cries of my brothers and sisters as an unknown enemy plowed through our forces. Like men, but not whole. Corpses who stood and reaped havoc on the men and women who I had come to know as friends. I aided as many as I could, wanting to save them as I knew I should be able, but we were soon overwhelmed. I fled, reluctantly, torn and confused by my own cowardice, but driven by the will to save my own life.

	I accompanied the injured as far as the southern village of Cajarin, where our last casualties were tended to. Exhausted and famished from our journey, I stumbled into a small homely tavern where I sat and enjoyed a meal, whilst eating I noticed a ranger at the back of the room, talking amongst a group of men. Intrigued by his presence, I walked over..