Role

Chapter 4

Lathan has never had a rough life. The only child of a minstel and a craftsman
he was pampered for most of his life, given all of the fine things any young elf
could ever want. He was popular among his peers within the vale of darsylon, and
he always seemed able to attract the ladies. This wasn't enough for lathan though,
throughout his life he always took a keen interest in the stories told by his mother
and by the other storytellers he heard at festivals and gatherings. Stories of
stoic knights, of fierce warriors of the light. Folks who sacrificed everything to
keep the good people of thera safe from tyranny, and darkness. With wonder he would
listen to these tales, secretly wishing himself to be the one the story was being
told about. Lathan the Grand Knight! Lathan the Master Bard! Lathan the Hero!
At night, he would dream of these grand thoughts, during the day he wondered what it
be like to be famous, he imagined how the people would embrace him, and all of the
grand battles he would have been in, and all of the wonderous deeds he would have done.
But alas, Lathan was a dreamer at best, or at least thats what he told himself.
Only time would tell if he has what it takes to be a Hero, though in youth, his interests
remained focused on the arts of painting and sculpting as he could.