Haegin/Backstory

## Backstory
I was brought up by my father, a travelling ranger who made a living carrying messages or valuables through the wilds between settlements. He never spoke much about my mother, only telling me that she died giving birth to me. It always made him sad, so I never pushed too hard.

As I grew up we moved into El-Ansk, as the roads were too dangerous for him to keep travelling now I was around. In the warmer season he'd travel up to Bay City, carrying messages for wealthy merchants or nobility to make enough money to keep us fed. During the winter the weather kept him closer to home, making shorter trips out to local seal farms, or joining a hunting party for a few weeks to bring in some extra pay. I enjoyed the independence, but fell in with a bad crowd and spent my youth causing problems for the local law enforcement along with Andy's bard.

When I was 21 my father went out on his usual summer trip, but by the time the seasons were changing he still hadn't returned. Foolishly, I decided to venture out on the northern road, joining a small caravan to Tradepost 1 where I was hoping I could find where my father had got to. A week or so out from the tradepost our caravan was attacked by bandits as night fell and I was captured. Tied up and dragged back to the bandit camp in a cave below the ice flows I was cursing my ill luck when I saw them. My father's magical boots, enchanted to keep the cold at bay and to give him sure footing in the treacherous icy terrain. They were my father's proudest possession, and he never would have parted with them. On that cold dark night, when no moon graced the sky and the fires were burning low, I swore that if I was granted vengeance against these bandits, I'd pledge my soul. Unbeknownst to me, someone was listening. I felt a dark power run through me, and I understood it. I learnt magic to lay my enemies low, and the bonds around my wrists and feet became like wisps of shadow that could hold me no longer. Gathering the shadows themselves into a blade, I wrought my bloody vengeance upon the bandits that had captured me, and reclaimed my father's boots. As the sun rose above the ice, my blade burnt away as darkness before a candle, but my work was done.

Believing my father lost, I turned back to El-Ansk, to see what my new and unknown master would want of me. Over the next four years I continue in the criminal ways of my youth, but now with dark sorceries to aid me. From time to time, darkness incarnate would appear, unbidden, and instruct me to do something. Sometimes to kill someone, sometimes to deliver something somewhere. Once even to steal a flower from the garden of a noble and to leave it on the pillow of a young acolyte at the temple of Torm. To this day I know not why.

6 months after my 24th birthday a girl my age arrived in El-Ansk, asking after my father. She was soon directed to me, for I still stayed in the home we had shared when I was growing up. She explained she was his daughter, and in the telling of her story we realised we were not just siblings, but twins. She stayed with me for a few weeks, trying to persuade me to join her pointless journey to some sites of elemental magic out in the wilderness. I was having none of it, until I stole a cloak from the wrong person, and had to leave town for a while. Pretending she'd persuaded me, I begrudgingly agreed to join her, and we set out, leaving home behind to seek adventure on the open road.

We've been travelling together now for nearly 5 years, and it turns out we work fairly well together. I've become rather handy in a fight, and with our combined skills we've taken a number of jobs, delving into ruins in search of lost secrets, hunting down bounties of thieves and killers who've fled to the wilderness, and many other things besides. We finally found one of the sites my sister was looking for a few months back and it got me thinking there might be something to all this druidic stuff after all. Our most recent trip has brought us to Olgarth Village, and we're looking for work.
	I was brought up by my father, a travelling ranger who made a living carrying messages or valuables through the wilds between settlements. He never spoke much about my mother, only telling me that she died giving birth to me. It always made him sad, so I never pushed too hard.

	As I grew up we moved into El-Ansk, as the roads were too dangerous for him to keep travelling now I was around. In the warmer season he'd travel up to Bay City, carrying messages for wealthy merchants or nobility to make enough money to keep us fed. During the winter the weather kept him closer to home, making shorter trips out to local seal farms, or joining a hunting party for a few weeks to bring in some extra pay. I enjoyed the independence, but fell in with a bad crowd and spent my youth causing problems for the local law enforcement along with Andy's bard.

	When I was 21 my father went out on his usual summer trip, but by the time the seasons were changing he still hadn't returned. Foolishly, I decided to venture out on the northern road, joining a small caravan to Tradepost 1 where I was hoping I could find where my father had got to. A week or so out from the tradepost our caravan was attacked by bandits as night fell and I was captured. Tied up and dragged back to the bandit camp in a cave below the ice flows I was cursing my ill luck when I saw them. My father's magical boots, enchanted to keep the cold at bay and to give him sure footing in the treacherous icy terrain. They were my father's proudest possession, and he never would have parted with them. On that cold dark night, when no moon graced the sky and the fires were burning low, I swore that if I was granted vengeance against these bandits, I'd pledge my soul. Unbeknownst to me, someone was listening. I felt a dark power run through me, and I understood it. I learnt magic to lay my enemies low, and the bonds around my wrists and feet became like wisps of shadow that could hold me no longer. Gathering the shadows themselves into a blade, I wrought my bloody vengeance upon the bandits that had captured me, and reclaimed my father's boots. As the sun rose above the ice, my blade burnt away as darkness before a candle, but my work was done.

	Believing my father lost, I turned back to El-Ansk, to see what my new and unknown master would want of me. Over the next four years I continue in the criminal ways of my youth, but now with dark sorceries to aid me. From time to time, darkness incarnate would appear, unbidden, and instruct me to do something. Sometimes to kill someone, sometimes to deliver something somewhere. Once even to steal a flower from the garden of a noble and to leave it on the pillow of a young acolyte at the temple of Torm. To this day I know not why.

	6 months after my 24th birthday a girl my age arrived in El-Ansk, asking after my father. She was soon directed to me, for I still stayed in the home we had shared when I was growing up. She explained she was his daughter, and in the telling of her story we realised we were not just siblings, but twins. She stayed with me for a few weeks, trying to persuade me to join her pointless journey to some sites of elemental magic out in the wilderness. I was having none of it, until I stole a cloak from the wrong person, and had to leave town for a while. Pretending she'd persuaded me, I begrudgingly agreed to join her, and we set out, leaving home behind to seek adventure on the open road.

	We've been travelling together now for nearly 5 years, and it turns out we work fairly well together. I've become rather handy in a fight, and with our combined skills we've taken a number of jobs, delving into ruins in search of lost secrets, hunting down bounties of thieves and killers who've fled to the wilderness, and many other things besides. We finally found one of the sites my sister was looking for a few months back and it got me thinking there might be something to all this druidic stuff after all. Our most recent trip has brought us to Olgarth Village, and we're looking for work.