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  1. Ever since I was a young elf... I had heard the stories. Tales and Legends of a great hunter from my village that had left the forests behind to hunt the great monsters out in the lands beyond our trees. His name was Elenaerond Huebaurd, an Archer of unparalleled skill. Every night as I was laid down to bed I would ask to hear stories of the man, and there never was a lack of them as my mother would come up with story after story. Before long I too wished to hunt. I joined my father on his outtings as he began to teach me the ways of the forest.
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  3. When I wasn’t out in the forest I would be there with my best friend: Nerdanel Detenstun'Hawl. He was a study of the arcane arts under the elders of the village, and often I would assist him with the chores he was sent off to do. One day, however, he was tasked with getting a mushroom he had not seen before. I tagged along as we began to search for it, and as he described it I realized i had seen it when traveling with my father. We headed towards the deeper part of the forest, where my father and I had been when hunting one time, and I showed him the area I found it in. While he collected I got bored and began to wander around, curious of what was around, until I heard a scream. Running back to him I see as a Wolf was tearing at him. I desperately grasped for my bow and let loose my arrows, but even as the wolf fell I saw it was too late. Running up to him I cried as he died in my arms. I brought him back to the village dead that day.
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  5. It was then in which my mind was set. While I was still young for an elf I had determined to go out and follow my path. None others would fall to monsters in the woods. I would make sure that they would be stopped. Much like my hero Elenaerond. Keeping the memory of my friend in my heart I vowed to try and keep them safe, as well as his memory safe by practicing the magicks he loved so much... with my own twist. Gifted with my Father’s Bow I headed out on my journey at the young age of 60.
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  7. For 10 years I traveled. I learned how to fight then, amongst both bandits and wildlife. I learned the forests much more intimately than I had. Then I made my way to the town. It was time for me to find a guild, and make a name for myself.
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