Erravi - A Beginning
Stepping onto Pyros Dock with the wood creaking beneath my feet and gulls crying in the air, I knew life would never be the same. Celador is a shattered land, of imprisoned gods and holy wars; and at the time, I could not foresee how close I would journey to the heart of that fracture.
Expelled from my homeland, I had rode the winds that cover the seas to Celador; for another current flowed in my veins: the Arcane. Where I am from those of magic birth are cursed and hated, and I am lucky to have escaped with my life.
Riding from the docks I met a flamboyant sailor who pointed me to a tavern welcoming of newcomers. The smell of rum had been on his breath, and I noticed the merriment of Pyros’ sailors; many of them in gaudy pirate dress. Almost all of them seemed drunk.
I reached the tavern where I was to spend my first night in Pyros, and there, I would learn much that would later come to significance during my journey...