Lichram's Bio

	I was abandonned by my parents when I was very little baby.  I was found by some travelers, and taken back to their home town. Maizek was the largest town in the Naela kingdom.  I  had to grow up being one of onle two elves in tha whole kingdom.  I wasn't teased or anything because the other elf was the king's greatest and most loyal sage, Athonnez.  The Great Shaman Athonnez, took it as his responsibility to train me in the ways of elvin magic.  So since the time I started to show the ability to control the arcane powers, I began to train in the arts of the bow and magics of all kinds.  I became an excelent archer, as well as a fairly good magic user.  I couldn't become a great magic user because I didn't know which I wanted to specialize in.  My human parents, Grankar and Amele, were the poorest in the town.  Because of this and the fact that they took me in anyway, I figured I owed them my life.  As soon as the kings guards allowed it, I joined the Naela Army.  I figured that an elf would would be a great asset in battle, as well as bring much honor to my adoptive parents, and maybe they would be given a better life.
	Later that day the king sent for me.  Because this was a barbarian kingdom, and the only other elf proved to be an asset at the castle, he asked me if I was really sure that I wanted to leave for battles when the time came.  I explained my story to the king.  The king laughed and sent me on my way.  As I was exiting the room, He yelled to me.  I turned around.  The King yelled again, "Go and make us all proud."  Fresh with this new feeling of purpose, I went straight over to the training grounds.  When I got there, I met a human who was about my age.  His name was Stant.  We found ourselves training together alot, and swapping stories of our short pasts.  We became very good friends, as well a nearly unbeatable team.  We trained together so much that we knew what the other was going to do, even before they did.  A while into our training, I had a dream.  In the dream Damok himself appeared to me, and told me that my bow skills were superb, but the crossbow is a better choice to work with now.  The next day, I figured it was just a dream and not a vision, because why would the god Damok come to me.  I'm an elf in a barbarian land.  I can't be that important to deserve personal attention.  Reguardless of my opinions, I wanted to train with the crossbow anyway.  The only problem was, no one had one.  That night I prayed to Damok, telling him that I wanted to fullfill his request, but I couldn't because the technology wasn't available here.  When I woke up, the Great Shaman, Anthonnez, was awaiting by my bed side with a old, but still very useable crossbow.  He said he brought it here along time ago, but never let anyone see it.
	I practiced with it long and hard.  I became a show when ever I was out shooting it, because none other had one.  I could shoot it well, but not as well as the bow.  One day we were all called out to battle.  Stant was assigned to a small battle group that was going to head up north and try to ambush this oncomming foe.  The group I was assigned to was a much larger group, near 100 or so.  We were to head to the west.  They wanted me with this group because of the magic that I could use.  On our way, we were ambused and our forces were spread thin.  I could barely help most of my companions because they were all over the place.  Reguardless of my efforts, mostly because I hadn't specialized in one type of magic, most of our group was lost.  We won the battle, our foe had all been slain, but the cost was great.  What few of us were left, about 15 or so, limped back to the castle.  We told the king that we were ambushed and simply overwelmed by their numbers.  Hours later, a few of the men from Stants battle group arrived.  They were very afraid.  They said Stant had nearly destroyed the enemy's main force all by himself.  One of the kings high priest's suggested that A deamon may have poosessed him and that we should be cautious about letting him return.  The king agreed and sent word to the gate guards to not let him in.  I had a odd feeling that I needed to consult Athonnez about.
	Athonnez told me that because of my natural abilities, I could sense things that humans couldn't.  Next he told me that he would send for Stant and have a word with him about it.  I returned to the castle to prepare for whetever was left of our enemy's force, but none would arrive. One night I had a vision of our world comming to an end.  Being frightened awake, I immediately set out for Athonnez's place.  I arrived at the same time Stant did.  We entered only to find Athonnez in a state of panic.  He told us to go to Montesparse and help out any way we could.  We packed up and headed out.  Along the way, me and Stant were separated.  I had a feeling that the god Ehkahk was behind this.  I wandered for days looking for Stant, but turning up empty.  Well, I had no idea where to go, because Stant had our map.  So the best I could do was head north untill I hit the mountains and then head east and hopefully I would come across Montesparse.  It took weeks, but I finally had arrived.  To my surprise, many other warriors were also there.  They were heading to the mines.  I figured what the heck, I will to.  While I was wandering around in the mines, I came across Stant.  I could tell that he was as happy to see me as I was happy to see him.  Reunited, we ventured deeper into the mines, knowing that our greatest challenges still lied ahaed.