The Start of a Life Unknown (AGM Lostwalker)

[Galdor Feiniel]

Month of Imperos, Season of Autumn, Era II, Era XIV Post Fractum

Galdor came upon a portion of land with trees in it. Sitting against a huge tree to relax after his long journey he watched the birds fly overhead in the crystal blue sky, and listened to the children laughing and playing. This was a memory long overdue. His adventure had brought him to Archadoon, this is where he would take root and hopefully blossom into something more than a shrouded mystery of unknowns

Galdor had read somewhere about the arcane. Having no inherited arcanic ability, he was unsure if this would be a good start for him. He lept at the chance to see if he had some practical arcanic ability; though his interest lay in the elementals. "Can this be done? Am I ready for this? What can I expect?" where questions that ran through his mind. Hopefully all the answers were yes.

As he watched the wind fly through the leaves stained red, orange, brown, and auburn he quickly drifted off to sleep. With only the birds squawk and the children’s laughter as his music.