Elarin the Forsaken

by PleaseNoTPK

Elarin is a wild elf in the Forgotten Realms D&D setting. Growing up within the misty and perilous Winterwood, she faces many conflicts within herself and her tribe as well as outside dangers. This is her story on what circumstances caused her to leave home. [This is my first attempt at creating a story. I will continue to finish it. I look forward to your criticism, thank you.]

1. Prologue

The drizzle of rain peppered the woods like a blanket of moisture drenching everything not directly underneath the trees. Even through the thick and loud downpour, the musky smell of native Sourcap mushrooms flourished. All of her senses overwhelmed, except for the intense curiosity held for the hunter Daeron as he begins to skin the elk he had just recently slain. After jabbing his most trusted skinning knife into the creature's chest, his head slowly lifts and turns to face over his right shoulder.

"Elarin, you'll need to practice your stalking if you want to become a hunter."

Stepping forward, out from the mossy tree she was seeking shelter behind, the young elven girl reveals her glossy pinkish-red cheeks and a mixture of the emotions of anger and embarrassment. "The prey didn't see me nor did it smell me. I learned how to hide my scent, I'm not as naive as I look." the child finally replies.

"Perhaps not, but I was capable of detecting you. There are more things to be afraid of in our woods than a couple of elk."

These words echo in Elarin's mind for a few moments. Attempting to brew her next retort she thinks back on what her father was telling her just recently on her name-day. He revealed to her that the forest in which she was raised was in constant peril from the forces outside of it. He told her grand stories of her ancient elven ancestors who treaded through the great forest of a long lost kingdom. He explained to her that it was "The Ones Who Went Below" who came with fire and burned all that once was their people. She was always saddened after hearing that story, wanting to have her own adventures into the ruins and find out more about the culture of her forebears. However, the ruins have been lost for many years. Even to her people.

"So, nothing to say now is there?" says the hunter, interrupting her thoughts. "We should return to the tribe, or else risk your father's wrath."

Though irritating to admit, Daeron was right. Her fantastic quests through the wood often sparks anger in her father. "Very well, let us go before the entire forest is forced to hear your complaining." snaps Elarin, breaking her silence.