Legends of Belariath

Krarktel

Krarktel was raised in a peaceful torian clan, learning the ways of the mage among other things, though the time he spent living with them was short lived.

At the age of five this gold winged torian and his clan were met with a wandering group of people on the day before they were about to perform there annual fall festival, the one that they did to celebrate their annual migration due to there inherent wanderlust, and at this time… unknown to Krarktel…. the group started to attack and capture those that they could in search of whatever they could loot and plunder, then when they couldn’t find anything of any apparent value they then decided to kill anyone they could find, nearly wiping out his entire clan in the process.

He being one of the very few that had managed to survive that horrible night hid in the forests until it seemed that the battle was over. After the battle, when Krarktel thought it was safe enough to come out of hiding, he looked around for any trace of his clan, though only being able to find a long pole like item that had happened to belong to the gold wings parents, an heirloom that would remind him of the loved ones that he had lost and couldn’t protect in the slightest way, and on that day fate had given him a gift though Krarktel would, in time, think of it as another curse placed upon his life.

The gift that fate had given him was the strength that he needed to bring out when he felt he needed to protect those that he comes to know as friends or the ones that he would one day fall in love with in the future, and when that urge surfaces itself the gold wings demeanor changes and his eyes glow with one solid color over them to denote what kind of mood the mage was in, and was a strength that he only had a faint idea that was deep within himself since whenever it came out it seemed to make others want to cast him away, and as he wandered around various clan’s took him in, and one by one he was chased away until he finally managed to find a clan that would take him in but in his defense he wouldn’t let anyone get close to him for he knew what would happen if anyone did. That being the final clan that he would live peacefully with until he had come of age and began to wander again, though only this time on his own accord as he managed to make his way to the realm of belariath, hoping that he could find someone that could accept him though he didn’t think that any could possibly do so willingly after a single incident manage to flare up within the realm.

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