Connor was seen as an outcast of the Fae, especially when he first came upon the city of Nalis. The one with the likeness of kin, but not the blood of kindred. For a time the torment only worsened, as kin began to notice the differences, Some stood in awe, mouths agape with wonder. Others, many of those much bigger than he, would surround him and beat him to a bloody pulp.339Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnpD1GqWiW6

Till the local blacksmith, Drielith Relmis Taedohnas, a local Came across him one day “. Oy, You miserable Bastards!” The muscled bulk of the man said, his Pale eyes darting from Each of Connors tormenters, “Fully grown men, poundin’ on a boy, such as Conir,” disgruntled, he remarked Now that's a sorry sight to behold.”

The three men turned to face their accuser. One of the men , whom had a large scar across his face, shouted defiantly, “This one’s a foreigner.”, “You of all people should know that, Dreil.” violently shoving Connor to the ground and kicking him, “He kind belongs in the Rot, just look at the little kanre, rogue!”, “His blood is not even of us commons”. He gestured toward the ruby red blood that ran down from a Connors cut lip.

“Right, ye are my old friend”, The large man said with distain, Hetood before them barked, “And because of that, ye think it’s a’right fer lowlife's like yerselves Ta make ‘m more tender than a nobleman’s steak dinner!” “Pah… Hirgor, Ivar, And Eathgir”, the blacksmith sighed, “Last I heard you three were off in Alkaviasa , are you lot are still Nać Casir borith, mindless – just like the old days.” he spat in disgust, “When will ye bastards off yourselves in an ally.”

Eathgir was the one who spoke,“ some cruel tongue on you Driel. You were the muscle of us – Once.”

“only you ditched amongst the trash, like him.” pointing at the cowering boy, “you know what the four of us went through, what we had to do just to see the next day…” The worn man breathed heavily “There’s ‘nough corruption with in the mid-realms.” The man looked frightened, as Connor studied his features, he observed that an old scar stretched along the mans temple to his Jawline, bruising along the mans collarbone, and only eight fingers., Index and little finger were all that grasped the rondel hilt.

“Not to mention the fiends from the Pits of Oritha”.

“Oritha … Yes.” The man seemed shocked , “Some time ago …”

“Boy, Come here,” The mans breath was slightly labored,” if they ay another hand on yeh,”, Connor nodded in quick compliance ,toward the large man’s suggestion, and scurried over to his hulking form. “, You might see what us Commons’ blood looks like. Outsider”He paused , the smith noted the bewildered look on Connors face. “ if you truly arn’t from ‘round here, Then ye haven't seen it… Yet. the large man smirked, ”

the scarred man stood facing Dreilith, unsheathed a slender dagger, “We had to survive at all costs, now if it means killing you. the little brat wouldn’t give us what hes’ got in his bag.

It’s sad, I thought it’d be nice to share a nice drink, I hear the new imports of Shade-flow just got stocked down at the Cats Eye. Too bad, well, It’s not the end of the world for me anytime soon”, he grinned as he struck out with his out his, dagger in hand, but Dreilith was faster, quickly side- stepping the trust and pulling his assailant head first into the wall behind him.

Connor heard a short yelp of pain behind him as scarred man crashed into the stone wall. While Conner , grizzled blacksmiths speed, Dreilith’s fist connected with the one called Hirgor, the tall lanky, hooked nosed man square in the face sending him backward, clutching his now broken nose As his Heliotropic blood gushed from it,

now you , are comin with me m’ boy.

Now, as Connor looked out into the distance , the lush fields of Nalugia gave way to the Alkaviasa Forrest, He could smell the spirit-fire burnt trees as he walked along Ashen Crest . The cliff line of Saethas Claw, stood menacingly in the distance. Connor had completed his rounds for the afternoon And decided to walk back from his post

Connor like his father had stood guard at Nalugia’s Northern watchtowers.

it has been said that years ago, On these very fields a bloody battle had taken place here, Dreilith his father was one of the fist Kindred to Become part of the rising conflict, Against Saethas Legion Comprised of fearsome Edas —beasts,daemons, dragon-born kindred, known as Anakar, Vile and ruthless these Edas lacked all the social niceties of the the kindred.

He recalled the story that Dreilith told him It was said an honored warrior had been felled in Great battle. It was not long that blood-thirst of Daemons from the northern mountains, the Tethys Lechir journeyed from the Claw attracted by the wafting stench of blood. The Tethys only made the spilt blood flow like water.

The Warrior that had been felled, was said to have been cursed , In order to maintain the sanctity of that family despite the misguided soul the name was not spoken of with ill intent. And despite all the boys prying, the usual the answer from Drielith just a grunt.

Connor was grateful for his father’s hospitality. When he tried his hand as a blacksmith, faring the craft, with ease.

When Connor began to live within is Current residence , he would venture into the Alkaviasa Forest, since the time his father had been murdered by mysterious figure, he only dared to venture past the Ashen Crest, which spanned almost as far as he could see , only when he couldn’t hold his curiosity at bay , did he venture , he had already completed his fathers blade, and  he set his sights  on those who was truely behind the murders. How could he have killed Dreilith , after all, the blacksmith had saved his life.