Healer of  E'las Loth'mon Ferindril

On to this world, a savior is born.
Unfortunately his arms were ripped off by a Wendy and then smashed by a Greymyr's rock. I guess we'll have to settle for what we've got.

These are the Chronicles of a man. Not a rich man, or a strong man, but a man none the less. These are his stories.
He is a healer of the E'las Loth'mon Ferindril clan. He lives his life among the citizens of Puddleby as an exile from the mainland of the cursed Emperor who's name he has not yet taken the time to learn to spell. He spends his time stamping out evil where ever he can find it with his friends.

Here are some pictures I took of to show just the kind of things I run into:
friends-ferindril-clanfriends-ferindril-clanSome Clan mates

skeletals-east-fieldSome Skeletals

These are just a few things. Everyday I find adventure, and everyday it will be here, in the Firebird Chronicles.

Veiw more pictures in The Gallery

Dec. 28, 1998 - I go hunting in the S. Beach and miss out on a drake killing

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