Post by Madcat on Feb 5, 2007 18:03:25 GMT -5
Born in 1448, on the city of Phlan on the Moonsea Region, Larson was the son of poor family. His father, James Correra, was a poor Guard employed by a rich noble, and his mother, Marcia Correra, was an even poorer tailor that would go out of business two years after Larsons birth.
Growing up, Larson never did have much of a proper schooling, or any toys, or anything really besides the food and clothes his family strugled to offer him, untill the age of 7, his "Toy" was a rats skull and a toy wooden horse, missing two legs.
Besides all this lack of material possetion, Marcia and James were strick in manerism, in how he should reply, and in how he should be gratefull no anything offered, never to ask for more, or show insatisfaction, he was also taught that education is what seperates man from the beast, not wealth.
Larson was also a very frail boy, he was easily hurt, and often sick. His parents would be so very worried as some times, in colder times, his sickness would almost seem fatal. But he survived on and well, and from the age of 14, he became quite a strong boy, more resistant, he runned allot, and liked playing tricks. During his fathers patrols, Larson would often sneak inside the nobles building and look over at his possetions (never stealing) he would sometimes hide and look hear some of the important meetings on this noble mans house.
At the age of 17, Larson was employed as a delivery boy for a butcher, he was very effecient and with his manners, he quickly fell into the good grace of the butcher Karl. After only 6 months, he would be in control of the second meat house that Karl bought, across town. he lead business there well, as he seemed to have a neck for it, he would many times convince people into buying large amounts of meat for a single person, and at the age of 19, Larson managed to convince Karl that there is more on the animals to use then just meat, some months later a tailor shop under Karls management was opened, where Larsons mother was hired as responsible for the place, Life was starting to become good for them, as his father moved up to be a guard of the lord of Phlan (night shift).
At the Age of 20, Larson was partner of Karl on this new industry, he had evolved more then just meat and hides, imports and exports of items and uncommon live stock was now more notable, Karl managed to buy a second slaughterhouse in short months, and a year later, when Larson reached 21, Karl bought his own boat, and set his own trade route.
5 years later, when Larson was at the age of 26, this business had expanded brutaly, his father, even if a modest guard, and his mother were now living as nobles, the income was enough for all, and Karl had now 3 boats, 2 slaughterhouses, and a series of shops around Phlan, and even on other cities. On this same year, this large export and import caught the eye of a set of Druids, the disruptance of the balance was paupable due to the onslaught that was occuring on nearly everything on that business, the druids knew that one thing was killing to feed another, and another is excessive killing to only feed profit... they decided to show this to Larson, partner of Karl.
He was kidnaped, the druids made him see the process of disecration that was occurring, showing each animal as an individual with a family, with a soul, with a mind of their own.. and not just meat bags. They showed Larson the senceless killing, and for so litle cost, they also showed that life is priceless... and what they were doing was deserving of a hundred deaths. Larson, being a sensible and understanding person, saw all of this with horror, soon to leave the business and convincing Karl to retire before they got too rich that their security may be in danger. And both Marcia and james were now retired, living well as kings, when they were doing just fine as peasents... but as for Larson, he followed the druids, tried to get along into their grove at the age of 27, claiming that he wanted to be a part of those to help for a greater porpouse.. ofcourse, most of the grove sages found that doubtfull.. but since young Larson had left his already rich life behind, they decided to give him a chance.
From this point, at the age of 27, Larson changed his name to Laduvic, Larson was the merchant, the young kid, excentric and lusting for more, as Laduvic is the now more mature, and wiser self.
Laduvics becoming of a druid was all but peacefull, trying to enter peace with an eagle that was inraged with the death of her children... Laduvic got his eye seriously wounded, and so due to the injury, he got blind from that eye. 4 years later, at the age of 31, Laduvic was cursed by a overly powerfull sea hag... his left leg muscle was completly destroyed, leaving a big hole that would reach the bone, the curse was slightly healed by the druids, but all they managed was to gain some use of the muscle back... Laduvic had now perminent leg damage, and his so famed running abilities were placed into a halt.
Laduvic does not regret this, he sees this experiences as things that were needed in order to atchieve knowledge, he was hurt, but he now holds those wounds as a reminder of his mistakes. There are times that even with the understanding that it was fate.. Laduvic just feels tired of constant suffering... as oddly enough.. everything seems to fall on him.
A year later, at the age of 32, Laduvic and his group of druids know as the Talon of the Oak set off to earch for this strange portal that linked Fenmyr with Faerun, for some time they have studied it, but disruptance in the balance was felt by the more seasoned Druids, something of incredible ill doing was on the other side.... something was wrong.... they tried to destroy the portal once, where there efforts were vanquished for the portal acted as if it had life of its own, and harvested the energy, only to counter the divinations that were being used...then guards appeared....
A tenday later, the stunt was repeated, this time with the good intention to destroy, it was a powerfull spell to make the earth take the portal back to its true form... but this spell countered... the portal once again fought back.. this time deadly... and then guards showed up... a mess... confusion... running and shouting as sudendly a sort of lightning crossed the portal to evaporize some... Laduvic was pushed into the Portal... his wolf Essex ran along and jumped in it too...
...Laduvic gets up and dusts himself as Fenmyrian guards help him up.
Growing up, Larson never did have much of a proper schooling, or any toys, or anything really besides the food and clothes his family strugled to offer him, untill the age of 7, his "Toy" was a rats skull and a toy wooden horse, missing two legs.
Besides all this lack of material possetion, Marcia and James were strick in manerism, in how he should reply, and in how he should be gratefull no anything offered, never to ask for more, or show insatisfaction, he was also taught that education is what seperates man from the beast, not wealth.
Larson was also a very frail boy, he was easily hurt, and often sick. His parents would be so very worried as some times, in colder times, his sickness would almost seem fatal. But he survived on and well, and from the age of 14, he became quite a strong boy, more resistant, he runned allot, and liked playing tricks. During his fathers patrols, Larson would often sneak inside the nobles building and look over at his possetions (never stealing) he would sometimes hide and look hear some of the important meetings on this noble mans house.
At the age of 17, Larson was employed as a delivery boy for a butcher, he was very effecient and with his manners, he quickly fell into the good grace of the butcher Karl. After only 6 months, he would be in control of the second meat house that Karl bought, across town. he lead business there well, as he seemed to have a neck for it, he would many times convince people into buying large amounts of meat for a single person, and at the age of 19, Larson managed to convince Karl that there is more on the animals to use then just meat, some months later a tailor shop under Karls management was opened, where Larsons mother was hired as responsible for the place, Life was starting to become good for them, as his father moved up to be a guard of the lord of Phlan (night shift).
At the Age of 20, Larson was partner of Karl on this new industry, he had evolved more then just meat and hides, imports and exports of items and uncommon live stock was now more notable, Karl managed to buy a second slaughterhouse in short months, and a year later, when Larson reached 21, Karl bought his own boat, and set his own trade route.
5 years later, when Larson was at the age of 26, this business had expanded brutaly, his father, even if a modest guard, and his mother were now living as nobles, the income was enough for all, and Karl had now 3 boats, 2 slaughterhouses, and a series of shops around Phlan, and even on other cities. On this same year, this large export and import caught the eye of a set of Druids, the disruptance of the balance was paupable due to the onslaught that was occuring on nearly everything on that business, the druids knew that one thing was killing to feed another, and another is excessive killing to only feed profit... they decided to show this to Larson, partner of Karl.
He was kidnaped, the druids made him see the process of disecration that was occurring, showing each animal as an individual with a family, with a soul, with a mind of their own.. and not just meat bags. They showed Larson the senceless killing, and for so litle cost, they also showed that life is priceless... and what they were doing was deserving of a hundred deaths. Larson, being a sensible and understanding person, saw all of this with horror, soon to leave the business and convincing Karl to retire before they got too rich that their security may be in danger. And both Marcia and james were now retired, living well as kings, when they were doing just fine as peasents... but as for Larson, he followed the druids, tried to get along into their grove at the age of 27, claiming that he wanted to be a part of those to help for a greater porpouse.. ofcourse, most of the grove sages found that doubtfull.. but since young Larson had left his already rich life behind, they decided to give him a chance.
From this point, at the age of 27, Larson changed his name to Laduvic, Larson was the merchant, the young kid, excentric and lusting for more, as Laduvic is the now more mature, and wiser self.
Laduvics becoming of a druid was all but peacefull, trying to enter peace with an eagle that was inraged with the death of her children... Laduvic got his eye seriously wounded, and so due to the injury, he got blind from that eye. 4 years later, at the age of 31, Laduvic was cursed by a overly powerfull sea hag... his left leg muscle was completly destroyed, leaving a big hole that would reach the bone, the curse was slightly healed by the druids, but all they managed was to gain some use of the muscle back... Laduvic had now perminent leg damage, and his so famed running abilities were placed into a halt.
Laduvic does not regret this, he sees this experiences as things that were needed in order to atchieve knowledge, he was hurt, but he now holds those wounds as a reminder of his mistakes. There are times that even with the understanding that it was fate.. Laduvic just feels tired of constant suffering... as oddly enough.. everything seems to fall on him.
A year later, at the age of 32, Laduvic and his group of druids know as the Talon of the Oak set off to earch for this strange portal that linked Fenmyr with Faerun, for some time they have studied it, but disruptance in the balance was felt by the more seasoned Druids, something of incredible ill doing was on the other side.... something was wrong.... they tried to destroy the portal once, where there efforts were vanquished for the portal acted as if it had life of its own, and harvested the energy, only to counter the divinations that were being used...then guards appeared....
A tenday later, the stunt was repeated, this time with the good intention to destroy, it was a powerfull spell to make the earth take the portal back to its true form... but this spell countered... the portal once again fought back.. this time deadly... and then guards showed up... a mess... confusion... running and shouting as sudendly a sort of lightning crossed the portal to evaporize some... Laduvic was pushed into the Portal... his wolf Essex ran along and jumped in it too...
...Laduvic gets up and dusts himself as Fenmyrian guards help him up.