In the lands of Elruun there live many races and people's. Humans, dwarves, elves, orc, and many more. They each hold unique traditions and faiths. Peace, where present, is often short lived. Monsters stalk the forests and lurk in the mountains. Sometimes the local lords will send out forces to deal with such threats, but usually they are handled by adventurers and mercenaries. Our story will focus on Merriweather Goldenveil, an Elf about to begin his pilgrimage as a cleric of Ersati the goddess of life and fertility. Newly ordained clerics often take up these journeys to improve their God or Goddess' image with the local populace. They provide services free of charge and typically make life better for everyone wherever they show up.
Merriweather has a very slight build like most of his kind. He stands in at 5'5" tall and is very thin. His soft, round features shape his pale face in a way that often attracts both men and women. His bright blond hair comes down to shoulder length and he typically keeps it straight. His usual outfit is a set of white and blue robes from the chapel that trained him and an oversized beret with a star on it. His emerald green eyes are large and full of vibrant life, a trait typical in elves of this world.
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The day was just beginning and Merri could hear the chirping of the early birds outside of the barn he spent the night in. A farmer from the town had decided to let him spend a couple nights after Merri had come into town and healed many of their sick. He liked helping people and so he didn't mind working for free. Ersati teaches all of her followers to aid people whenever and however possible. Life only goes on when people cooperate.
Getting up from the pile of hay he used as a bed. Merriweather would stretch out and let the rays of morning sunshine hit his face. He let out a yawn before he started getting dressed. He had slept in his briefs and a silky undershirt, so luckily his robes simply needed to be slid on and he was ready to go. He clutched his small wooden staff and adjusted his hat before heading out of the thick barn doors. He was leaving this town and moving on to spread through light of Ersati elsewhere. His journey had been rather uneventful so far. He had stopped at a few towns and performed healing for the sick. He had even dealt with an infestation of rats caused by a witch's curse. Nothing incredibly major or exciting, but still important things nonetheless.
He wondered where his journey would take him next as he sauntered down the road. He had a cheery smile plastered on his face and he was hopeful about the future. The other clerics at the monastery would always talk about the fun they had on their pilgrimages and Merri couldn't help but want that same thing for himself. As he sauntered along the road the rolling fields would start to make way for a thick forest. The trees almost managed to form a canopy in the sky and sunlight trickled through in golden beams. The young elf felt almost lost in the beauty on display. His attention was abruptly called away from the natural scene before him and instead he focused on a sound that came from within the woods. It sounded like a man had called out for help!
He ran straight into action, heading towards the voice that was now calling out in pained rasps. When he broke through the thicket line he was met with a tall and thin man laying on the ground. He was dressed in peasants garments that were clearly old and beat up. The man held his inner thigh tightly and was wincing in pain.
