Valten saw dust rising in the distance, signaling the arrival of the merchant caravan. He jumped off the almost ten foot pillar, landing easily on one knee, Who said magic-users had to frail and fragile? Valten thought to himself.
Valten turned and ran back toward the monastery, reaching the...
Valten was sitting on top of a crumbled pillar, a faded book on one knee, his other hanging over the edge. He was just watching, looking out over the desert he now called home.
How is it that I came to be this far out? In a place so different from where I grew up? This is the only thought...
Name:
Valten Southwind
Age: 25
Race: Human
Bio: As a young boy growing up in a reasonably sized trading settlement of the Skerdil Marsh, Valten often witnessed the unfair treatment of the other races by his own kind. He grew to resent the way Humans thought of themselves as masters of the...