Let the druids and ranger protect the woods. Let the paladins and clerics protect faith and belief. Let the army protect the kingdom. Liat will find his own role, and he will protect those that have been dismissed.
Liat’s full name is Liathalas, a much more elven name. Liat is elvish for spring, an affectionate name given to him by his peers. Liat had always had great agility, even for his own quick blooded race. Reacting quickly, jumping out of the way of things, and dodging were all things that came easily to him.
Liat grew up in Goldbeach with his family. Only child of his mother Lauren and his father Gareth. His mother claims to have been a dancer with a show years back. But that was before she settled down to raise a family. His father was a ranger, who taught Liat how to draw a bow when he was still quite young. From his mother he learned grace and balance, and from his father the natural order of the world. Liat loves both his parents dearly, but he always knew he would have to leave someday. Liat secretly desires to see the world. His mother’s stories having stoked his imagination. He loves his father, and would have probably joined him in becoming a ranger too. The lifespan of an elf is too long though, and Liat has seen things that changed him. Uncaring militia, town guards who mean well enough, but are never truly there. These laxities might have just been a frustration for Liat. A small bandit raid on his hometown changed that. His father helped defend the town. Liat saw his father proud and sure standing tall in the middle of town. Bow quivering in his hand as shots flew out. Though his father would be modest and deny it, what Liat saw was a beacon of hope for those that were afraid. Liat saw terrified faces calm when they saw his father facing down the danger. Liat saw the defense of the town form around his father, and never in his life had he been more proud of his father. Liat would take that picture of hope out into the world. Maybe not always with a fight, but willing to stand up for the common man. Guards are there to keep the peace, not necessarily to protect. The army is made for fighting grand battles, not for the concerns the farmer who provide their food, or the miners who provide the metal for their weapons. Liat is not angry about any of this. He just sees a gap where he is hoping to help out. Liat has been training with his bow and short sword, knowing one day his urge to leave would overcome his desire to stay. He knew deep in his soul that if the Hero’s Guild hadn’t taken him he would have left Goldbeach anyway. Now is the time for Liat to find out if he has the stuff to become part of the legend of the Hero’s Guild.