I grew up on a large family estate outside of a decent sized town named Cauli�res, somewhere between Rouen and Amiens. The green pastures were usually filled with sheep and other grazing animals whom our family, the Chenards, took care of for the neighboring Lords. We were a simple family, although associated with the aristocracy of the ruling family of the Duke of Normandy. Normans through and through, we Chenards were a somewhat entrepreneurial family as well, with the children being encouraged to move nearer to Cauli�res, or even into Rouen or Amiens itself to undertake business ventures of various sorts. I myself was the son of Marc Chenard and Suzanne Sylvain, and marriage which brought together two of the more well off families in the region.

I was educated at a very young age and taught an Impeccable French as well as some Latin which has been lost to me over the years. It was only when I was 13 that I was to learn English and run errands into the city for my family. At this age I was also educated in law and philosophy, as well as the arts and many other wonderful things. Once I turned 17, I was to ride on horseback to the neighboring towns, as I said before, on errands for my family. At the time, some raids were being run by the Goths from the east, but usually to no avail.

However, one day in September I was off to the city of Rouen, the center of trade and commerce in region, a small party of Goths viciously attacked our family�s estate. When I returned, our pastures were blackened stubble and out house itself was torn down from its foundations. I ventured inside the remains of our home and found nothing, no bodies, everything ransacked and pillaged. After spending the night in the slaves quarters, all of which had fled after the raid had begun, I traveled to my Grand-Father, who lived some 10 miles away in another small town named Lign�res-Ch�telain. Here I spent the last 6 years, helping out with his small homely farm and the surrounding land. Having never been close to anyone else, it was a natural choice for me, since it also allowed me to mourn my Mother and Fathers deaths in peace. After some years, my Grand-Father became ill. For some while I took care of the farm and nursed him, trying to have him hold on to what little health he had. I could not return him to his former self and after these 2 years, he took a turn for the worse and passed away.

Shortly after this I took to wandering the surrounding lands, having nothing except my family name, which boded well in the region. I settled for a while in Amiens, but having always enjoyed the countryside I was not content. I wandered for what was probably 3 full years before deciding to go north in search of new lands. My story is completed when I reached MacLaaran, at the age of 26, and decided to make it my home and stop my wanderings.