Altrai

Altrai was a Rather young and scrawny boy in the small village of Solistron. The village was ravenged by poverty, disease and violence. The people there were scared to leave, because they believed it was the safest place in the whole world. To them Ignorance was truly bliss. Most of the time these people were Human and quite judging over races. Rarely an elf and human would have a marriage and successfully have a kid in this lowly farmers town. The people often was racist to Half-breeds and most other races were social outcasts. For Altrai that was his life and he believed that is how it always would be, Racism until his passing. One day Altrai was doing some farming work with his Father, while his mother and sister stayed alone at home, always at home. They never left due to the physical appearance of the females in his family. They looked Elven, and probably because they were. They were often teased, or even abused Physically by all the other villagers. Altrai had finished his work with his father and suddenly he became very panicky, saying to go home and lock the door to the basement, and not let anyone in, even his best friend if he had one. Altrai ran home, his mind ablaze with all the possible outcomes of why his father told him to do this, but he did that none the less. When Altrai returned to his house, His mother quickly turned him around and said to quickly find his sister. He ran, other villagers running past him scolding him as they went for being outside. After 15 minutes of searching he returned to his home to find his father on the floor, dead and his mother bleeding by his fathers side. His Mother told him to take the family heirloom, a strangely red sword that was always used by the men in her family. Altrai had to pull it from his fathers cold dead fingers which to a 13 year old boy is pretty tough. Altrai's mother told him of a place far away, where he may be safe from all the harshness of Solistron. He told her he would head there and never forget his only mother. With her last dying breaths she taught him the only thing he would need to know to continue her memory. She taught him the healing ability to use the inner light to restore his own wounds and others wounds. With this she sent him away into the night and she died clutching Altrai's fathers arm.


He was 20 by the time he reached Surna, The place he always believed was what his mother told about. He ran up the hill to the gate and by the end of the week he was a Recruit in the Guard. He loved it there, the chances for action and Helping others. Years later he left, in search of his sister. Unsuccessful in finding her he returned at the age of 25 to resume his position as a Staff Sargent in the Guard. after a while he realized he could not continue as a guard. Still unsure of what has happened in his mind he left, and used the experience of being in the guard to help people that normally he could not or did not help while in the guard. Earlier when Altrai had came to Surna, he took the name of a recently killed Caravan guard, Steven Rodgers. Being afraid of the same racism that had happened to him when he was in Solistron he used this name for most of his time in the guard, if not all of it. When his mind changed, he felt secure enough with himself to use his real, elven given name due to the lack of racism and his experiences in Surna.

This Process of healing is a fairly simple process in which the Healer calms the mind and uses their own "inner light" to project into other peoples wounds and speed up the natural healing process. With this work the healer may heal most wounds fairly quickly with little energy required by the healer, However when the healer uses this process on themselves it requires a rather large ammount of stamina for even a fair sized wound.

As of this moment Altrai is on a fairly experienced rate of healing and may be able to heal most Medium to large wounds with a fair bit of effort. Although with the aid of even a similarly skilled or more healer, Altrai may be able to bring people back from the brink of death. In Theory that is.

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