Beginnings

When I were naught but a toddler, barely out of nappies, me foster parents, goodly Moon elves from a small fishing village on eh Isle of Evermeet, found me under the dead body of my mother. They did nae tell me much about her, and alluded to her more in looks and whispers than in actual spoken words. What I were told was that I were a wood elf, of sorts, and that I would find my true self at a later date. But when I asked, they would never tell me WHEN that later date would be. They were kind, hard workin' folk, and my foster father ran a small fleet of fishin' boats from the wharves. They taught me to read and write, and made sure I could handle a bow at an early age. Not bein' a High Elven, the other children did nae mingle with me oer much. I lived a solitary life, and worked hard, oft times goin' out with the boats for the days haul. When I asked about other wood elves, they would shush me and tell me that one day I would understand. And then, that one day, the understandin' came. And my life turned topsy-turvy in a handcart and I were handed my bags, given a small sailboat, provisions and a chart, and were told to seek out the clerics at teh Temple of Selune in Waterdeep, southeast on the Sword Coast. I were not but sixteen. Young for a human, and even younger for an elf. But I knew after what happened they would never let me back on Evermeet. Not all them high arsed High elves. Oh, no.