I, am Ramalad and I was given this name because there is a valley by this name in an unknown land that my father hailed from. I am known as the Wanderer because some day I will find this valley.
I was born an Elf because my parents were were in search of a peace that was no longer found in their land.
I stand tall and lean with white hair and green eyes. My dark skin and a rough appearance in general makes me unique.
I see myself as one who follows magic-users. I want to learn the magic arts by first starting a trade in alchemy or doing wizardry. I generally view alliances as necessary and beneficial.
I intend to do learn from as many people as possible while searching for my homeland in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. Thus, I now start this path towards adventure.
"...one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own ever-shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought." -- Albert Einstein
When leaving the Weapon's Master, I couldn't help but notice a man across who appeared to be waiting for someone or something. Judging by his finery, I knew he couldn't be waiting for me. But as I approched the Armory, he began to stride along next to me and bid me a good afternoon.
A bit taken aback by his casual introduction and obvious station, I mumbled an affirmative and slowed down to let him pass me. But he immediately turned in front of me and spoke.
"Ramalad, my name is Usul. I helped your parents when they were fleeing from the ravages of their home."
House of Sorrows
I see, Gentle Host, that you must stay here with your children even as they grow as they will be unable to care for themselves. This House of Sorrows, this town, this world is your creation that all of you can wander through but only from the comfortable familiarity of your own home. The anxiousness of your children do not prevent them from growing, but it does prevent them from leaving. To the point of there being physical scars as a result of trying to go too far too fast when someone wasn't ready.
The joy of every father is to watch their children grow into independent individuals. But I see, Gentle Host, that even though you have two wonderful individuals, they will never be independent. And though you love and enjoy them, you worry how they will fare when you are no longer able to care for them.