Role

Chapter 1

Raised in a wealthy Darsylon family, renowned for their political influence
and wealth. I had the best education money could buy and wanted for nothing.
Driven by curiosity, I would frequently roam about the city and surrounding
areas on my own, sneaking out without my parents knowing. I met a young elven
girl, Faelyn, from the Vale and we became fast friends. She taught me much of
the ways they lived and it was quite the eye opener for me. I tried bringing
it up with my parents, dropping subtle hints without giving away what I had
been doing, but every time I broached the subject of the lower class elves and
their treatment, my parents quickly dismissed it and changed the subject,
claiming it was beneath our status. This really put some distance between us
and made me question my place in this world. I struggled with identity and
purpose, torn between my familial duties and what I knew deep inside to be
right and wrong.

It ate at me every day but it wasn't until one fateful morning when I noticed
my friend Faelyn had wandered into Darsylon. I spotted her from across the
marketplace and tried to get her attention. It looked like she was just trying
to buy something nice for her family from one of the shopkeepers, but was
pushed aside, as she clearly didn't look like she belonged. Adding insult to
injury, one of the guardsmen who was defending the stall thought she was
trying to rob the shopkeeper and attacked her when she was already down.
Bloodied and with severe injuries by the time I made it over to her, I helped
her up and rushed her over to the temple and paid for her healing services.
Feeling rather helpless myself, I knew at that point what I wanted to do with
my life.

Later that same day, I marched up to my parents and renounced my privilege,
dedicating my life to serving justice and training to be a champion for the
voiceless. That's when I set out from Darsylon to seek new perspectives and
training in the ways of the Paladin in the great Voralian City.