Library :: The Story of Ryle
I am Ryle Sworder, son of Aric and
This is the story of a childhood filled with both joy and sadness...
I was borne on the 11th, the day of revenge, in the Month of Shadow Passage, of
the year 281.
I come from a once peaceful elven village named Lozalan. My father and mother
told me they met while she was out gathering flowers for an upcoming festival.
Things transpired and after a while they fell in love. 3 years later I was borne
into the world. Unfortunately the village elders looked down upon the union
between my mother and father but never spoke up until I was borne. My mother
told me the elders convened a meeting to decide what to do with me. Both my
mother and me were to be exiled from the village. This being the result we went
to my father's hometown of Chaltiford.
The people there accepted us and we led a good life for thirteen years. My
mother became a seamstress and my father was personal guard to the town mayor.
However, years later a dreadful winter struck so fiercely that our food reserves
dwindled to nothing quickly. A party of towns-people was summoned to ask the
village elders of Lozalon for food. As it happens the elves were having their
share of problems to, but had ample food. They said they could not spare any
food for risk of loosing their own supplies.
From then on the story becomes inaccurate. Some say that once the group had been
told this they became outraged and started attacking the elves. Others say a
group of dissident elves that did not like the human presence attacked them. No
matter what happened my father was dispatched to find out what took place. My
mother had an adventurous soul, and begged my father to let her come so she
could see her old home. My father reluctantly agreed, for no one often won an
argument with her. So they told me to stay home and watch over things while they
were gone. But my own spirit of adventure got the best of me and I followed my
mother, father, and their escort to the village.
When they arrived the village seemed deserted. Upon going to inspect what had
happened my mother and father were ambushed by a group of the dissident elves.
The elves attacked the escort and easily dispatched them. However, my father was
not so easily subdued. He fought the elves, while I hid in the woods too afraid
to do anything. My father fought valiantly but he could not hold back the
numbers. With a swift thrust the elf that looked to be the leader placed his
blade into my father's chest. The look of agony on his face soon subsided as his
life spilled out onto the ground.
I let out an angry yell when I saw this take place. A few elves heard it and saw
where I was hidden. Afraid and scared I couldn't do a thing a they approached
me. They pulled me to where my father's body laid lifeless on the ground. My
mother was crying the whole time and screaming at the leader of the elves. Not
being pleased he swung the blade towards me. My mother managed to get loose from
her holders and fell between the blade and me. A yelp came from her throat as
she fell lifeless into my arms. I realized I was not crying anymore for I had no
more tears to cry. I sat there, my mother's body draped over me crying empty
tears not fully understanding what was going on.
The last thing I can remember of the dreadful day was seeing my parents lay
lifeless right next to each other on the cold frozen ground. I heard a voice say
'You shall live but, only to tell what happened here toda.' I then felt blood
run down my neck and the feel of the cold ground on my face right before I
I woke up hours later, cold and still in shock about what happened. I looked
around but my mother's and father's bodies were no where to be found. I began
wandering in the cold darkness of the night. I walked for hours before I finally
gave out near a small road. The next morning I was awoke by the rumbling sound
of wagon wheels.
A group of priests had happened by and found me lying asleep on the road edge.
The priests were from a temple very far from my town. They were on a mission to
bring my town food nonetheless. I told as much of the events to them as I could
remember. The priests offered me the shelter of their temple. They said they
would help me recuperate and later train me in the ways of a paladin.
Four years later I told the priests that it was time for me to go and help right
the injustices taking place everyday. The priests agreed and told me to make my
way to the city of Turien. There they said I would find people to help train me
further. So that is where I am now, co-leader of the Dragons of the Mystic Star
guild with Anubas Wildfire and Ithaca Blackwulf.
My title 'Three-Winged Angel', that's what I truly believe my mother and father
were, Three Winged Angels.