Valtaluke

Most people start their stories from the beginning, I will start with the things I can remember. My mother always smelled of blooming moonflowers, and my father was a great hunter. And I remember the fire that destroyed the small village I lived in. It happened much after the sun had fallen. I was still playing by the river when I heard the screams. Screams that would haunt my dreams for years after. The fire trapped and killed many families still in their homes. Only a few Rakash from our village survived. My parents were not so fortunate, but a family friend of ours named Sashell fared much better.

Sashell and I found a new home in the Crossing, and there is where she cared for me as only a mother could. She would take me to the tower near Wolf Clan almost weekly, to study the books of our kind and tell me stories of my parents. Stories of my fathers great hunting adventures across the lands were my favorite. She taught me tricks to hunt, as my father had once shown her. She showed me how to take care of myself using herbs my mother used to forage in our woods.

It didn't take long for Sashell and I to see that I had a natural aptitude for survival skills, and that's when I decided to join the Ranger guild.