You can call me Archer; I hunt the undead and am looking for my sister… No, I wasn’t born “Archer,” why do you want to know? Well… if you really must know everything about me then I can tell you about where I grew up, what I know about my family.. Um.. uh… I guess I can tell you why I hunt the undead… I can also tell you about Barktholomew; is that enough? Honestly you have more than enough information right here and need not know anymore… 

    I grew up with a band of people, a community of a mix of races. We hunted and gathered and lived alongside the fey. We um… may have been traders because of all the different trade goods that was stash… kept at our home.. Okay, honestly… I believe I was born into a band of marauders or bandits; their occupation was taking goods, but they had no slaves.. We were a family; a very large unconventional family.

    At home it was peaceful and while I lived there I had no idea of the occupation my family had at the time. I was blissfully unaware. My family were these people… what do you want to know? My blood relatives? Well I know of only a few; I heard talk of how my mother was a kind woman who had fallen in love with a travelling entertainer who shared one night together with her. I was told that while she was in her pregnancy she spoke about being a muse of a folk hero who will write ballads of her beauty and grace. I tend to be wary of bards and inquire if they visited a forest outpost… I am not certain of his race too many tales of different physiques, a baritone voice, or the voice of an angel. I never met my mother, because she died giving birth to my little sister. My little sister is my twin. My sister’s name is Lorilla Wooglewabble and mine is D’deedlebob Wooglewabble.

    My sister and I are nearly opposites.  I am small for a gnome she was tall and many wouldn’t believe that she’s a gnome but she was born from the same mother as me and only a day later. At my full height I have reached a little over two and a half feet tall. When I last saw her she was still growing and was almost five feet tall. I was born at dusk weak and small. At sun-up my sister was born and our mother died, but she held on long enough to hold us both in her small frail arms, I’ve been told countless times that she smiled and kissed us both of the head before passing away. As we grew up our physical appearances were near the least differences between us. As you can see my features I’ll focus on hers. She has hair that is the same color of brilliant white of the first rays of sun each morning. Her eyes changed color with the magic she used. That is right, she was a natural savant at magic. 

When we grew up she was naturally magically powerful and a genius able to craft her own spells as well as quickling able to learn spells taught to her. She was easy to get along with, but all the small creatures that would flock to me would run and hide from her. I learned to communicate to the small animals while she couldn’t even approach them. She fell in love with a half-elf named Randal. When I learned they were going to share their union I chose to go out to hunt and find her either a trophy or food for a feast they’d be holding a week later. I went out to hunt in order to find a suitable dish or gift for the celebration. I went far out away from our home and found a very large and territorial beast with tusks of silver.

The best correlation I could make to it, was a boar. I set snares and traps for it but it evaded them all showing an intelligence, that had I been a bit older I would have respected. I grew to understand the patterns of its movements and set up traps for it to evade, ushering it to a peak with a sheer fall. In my arrogance I cornered it believing I could scare it off the cliff. I very nearly died as it rushed at me and gouged its silvery horns into me I felt as if I was going to be torn apart, it threw me onto the ground to the cliff’s edge. When I hit the ground a vast gust of air shot from my lungs and I crumpled into the ground barely able to breathe. It sauntered over to me and looked down on me and pierced me with its tusks over and over again. I used my minor illusion and made a large sound from behind the boar and it jumped up and over me off the cliff. At the bottom of the cliff it was breathing heavily and I took my longbow off my shoulder and I shot an arrow and missed. I held my breath refocusing on it, as it tried to get to its hooves and walk off. I made another minor illusion in the air, and it turned to face it, and in the instant the boar creature looked up I threw a rock that hit the boar on the head and knocked it out. 

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I laid there bleeding out and cursed my own stupidity. A fey creature, who I had previously befriended, flew to me and aided me and brought me from the edge and saved me. The fey creature, a sprite, is named Reginald Quimby. To give you a brief idea of who Reginald Quimby is. He’s a sprite who craves a taste of the good life always craving new or fancy meals. I promised to take him with me and share all my meals with him for as long as he wants to stay with me. 

    Reginald assisted me in regaining my vitality and assisted me by binding the unconscious boar to keep it fresh for the celebration. We made our way back towards the community. I was surprised at how long it was taking, but we were actually traveling at really high speed considering the size difference of me and the boar.

    We made it through the forest and saw smoke a lot of smoke honestly at first I thought the party had started, but Reginald knew something was wrong. He told me to run, to turn around and run away from as he flew in the direction of my home and turned invisible. I guess I figured it was a prank, but something in the tone of his voice told me it was more. I dropped the comatose boar still bound and made my way home picking up speed before reaching home right on the outskirts where the foliage ended into the clearing of my home. I saw undead and a hooded being in the middle of the carnage. My friends, my family… tearing each other apart my sister Lorilla bent over her fiance as he was groaning and periodically screaming out in pain. 

    I fell to my knees in shock, as if she heard me her head snapped up and looked through me with with solid red eyes her face covered in Reginald her lover’s blood. I thought she was crying over her love… But no, she was eating or drinking him. I climbed up a the tree and agonized as if driven there without my consent. I shot an arrow ending Reginald’s misery. Everything turned into a blur and I lost consciousness. I don’t know what happened to the robed being or my sister they were both gone when I woke up. I felt it as my duty to end all of my family’s unlife.

    I spent a few years and found everyone; there were only a few left to find. Some I found the corpses and prayed over them. Some still live but far away from where our home was… There is only my sister left. 

    I traveled amongst communities and occasionally some citings and learned about and hunted the undead who prey on the living. I see them as a plague infecting and consuming. I found family again through Barktholomew. 

    One day I found a diseased creature chasing animals around the forest and chose to put it down. When I did I saved the den of badgers that was being attacked. Using my natural talent to speak with small animals I tried with these giant badgers. I befriended them and raised them for around fifty years, they grew bigger and stronger each generation. In the most recent generation of the badgers grew very attached to me, and came with me when I left to go on my excursions to look for my sister and end the undead. I named him Barktholomew and he’s like a son to me. He is very tame and I would like him to stay innocent and stay away from battle. I’ve trained him to dive into the ground and dig around until the area is safe, and if need be leave me to die. He has an excellent sense of direction I knew he’d be able to get home.

    After my training I stopped travelling to populated areas and search for undead to vanquish. I can hunt and gather for myself and any of those accompanying me. I have the common occurrence where I don’t understand the laws of man and will occasionally ignore them if I can get away from it. 

    I tend to work as a guide with people to earn money for traveling expenses as well as to pay for equipment maintenance or fancy feasts for Reginald. I also take jobs to end the undead and the odd bounty to rid bandits from the area. Occasionally I’ll gamble using my skills, I don’t always win it is not really that big of a deal I never trade something I can’t live without. When a bandit pleas for his life or vows to turn their lives around I let the bounty go and let them go free. I will return in the area sometime later to see if they’re falling back into old habits and if they are, they die. Poachers.. Poachers I kill, no second chances.