Healer of E'las Loth'mon
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
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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