Ralnor Fenfarren

Ralnor started as a simple farm-hand in Ellenmallen with their parents; the Fenfarren Farm mainly being lead by their mother and father.

They were just out near Theoforde on a trading trip, ready to sell some of their crops, when they were attacked by wolves. Their mother was torn apart, literally ripped in half before Ralnor's eyes, and their dad was last seen screaming and telling them to run. Ralnor did as they were told, their fight or flight senses kicking in - the last thing they heard was their father yelling in the distance. They later found that their father had died; a blessing in disguise really.

The wolves' attack lead them to supplicating to Tralda and joining the adventuring community. They didn’t want to go back to Ellenmallen initially, for fear of leading the wolves back, however this has been rectified since when a friend of theirs, Viori, helped get them back safely to check on their sibling, Hitch, who still tends the farm.

Ralnor thought adventuring would bring them catharsis, and that Lady Luck would guide them. Yet there’s been more terrors since joining the adventuring community then they’ve ever seen in their lifetime and they’re still not entirely sure how they've been able to cope. Admittedly, their faith in Tralda is the only thing that sees them through - it was sheer fortune that allowed them to survive this far.

Along their journey, Ralnor has made many friends, but one of particular note is Caliban Rose, Millitant Father of Rolbor. They get along well together, often sharing a mead after a long day, Caliban having saved their life on multiple occasions. He has been an excellent source of information to Ralnor, and they'd be lost without his friendship.

Meanwhile, their priest mentor is High Father Caldan, from Meadhampsteade. He has been continuously training Ralnor since they first joined the adventuring community, and as a result, they grown in confidence and devotion, with him as their guide. Ralnor considers their mentor to be a kindred spirit - their ideas, beliefs and fighting styles seem to match together in parallel likeness; as though they were two peas in a pod. Ralnor knows they couldn't have had a greater tutor to supplicate them into the church.