Elona Beowulf

Raised in the forests by Meraldarus stalkers from a young age I learned the characteristics of the forest and many of the skills that come along with it.

I had always been proficient in magic based skills a quick learner I was a strong fighter for my pack. One day when I was about 12 years old as I did rounds in the forest I came across a man dressed in a cloak all bright orange and red fiery colors. As I circled this man he stopped moving and spoke “I know you are there”. I slowly emerged from the undergrowth and stood proudly in front of him. As we sized each other up the air stood still. I was the first to break the tension pouncing for the old timer only to be confronted by a face full of fire.

I fell to the ground smoking and alarmed only to see a phoenix shaped flame flying toward me. Swiftly as the wind I dodged out the way and broke past his defenses to be tripped by his staff. He pointed the lit end at me to hold me up.

“You are quite the little fighter aren’t You?” He said holding out his hand to help me up “what is your name?”

“Elona” I replied “Elona Beowulf, and yours is?”

“Andariel Lionheart”

Andariel took me on as his apprentice and taught me the way of the elementist mixing it with the skills I had learned in the forest accompanied by my faithful companion Merlin from my pack.

After about 8 years Andariel was frail and withered. I was out training one day when I herd the sounds of fire and air magic coming from the cabin we made our home in. I raced back there to find the place alight with Charr making for the hills. My masters body lay broken by the smoldering wreckage.

I will have my revenge these creatures will pay for they’re wrongdoings as long as there is breath in my body.

This was great...can't wait to hear more! You are gonna have to continue to let us know of your adventures.

thanks knocked it up this morning at work. if i get a good story i will write it up proper and plan it out over a couple of days.