I figure Hraln would have joined at "0th-Level" . I imagine Sozin may have joined around 1st or 2nd, though I do not know whether you would have joined before or after him. Hraln would have been from an a community where it would be extraordinary to find anyone as exotic as a fetchling. Here is the original background post (all menions of Fharlanghn can now be replaced with Desna):
[sblock=Hraln's Background, First Draft]Hraln was a simple man with his heart set on seeing the world. Born on the frontier between Nyrond and the Great Kingdom of Northern Aerdy he learned first hand how difficult it could be to travel the roads during times of conflict. One always risked bandit attacks, or worse, encountering marauders. Had he not been taken under the wing of a band of roving priests of Fharlanghn, his life may have turned out very differently.
With the protection of the priests, a young Hraln was able to see much of the Southeastern Flanaess. He learned how to watch his back in the wild, and became a good judge of what fellow travellers could be trusted. And when he too heard the call of the Dweller on the Horizon, the priests provided for his instruction in defence and combat, as well as the core concepts of divine magic.
The travelling priests had a habit of helping out those along the road, and unfortunately there came a day when sinister forces under the sway of one of the less savory gods had decided this behaviour was not to their liking. Hraln and his mentors were travelling and tending to a group of refugees when they were attacked. Despite putting up fierce resistance, they were almost slain to a man, refugees included.
By chance Hraln and one of the more elderly priests had been away from the camp at the time. When they heard the din of combat, the young man was ready to charge into the fray to fight alongside his friends. But the elderly priest held him back, saying that it would do no good to get themselves killed. So instead they fled Westward.
When the two reached the sea, they found passage aboard a ship heading across to lands even further West. They escaped their pursuers, but the elderly priest became ill during the journey. By the time they reached their destination, it become clear that his travelling days were over. He insisted that Hraln continue his journey, and before the young man left he gave him much of what he still possessed before bidding him goodbye. Hraln would learn later that his friend and mentor had died not too long after settling down.
Hraln continued his journey travelling the many roads of the Flanaess. He became fully a man and in time was blessed by Fharlanghn with powers that would prove most useful, and a task as well, to be wary of those who take advantage of travellers and see that justice is visited upon them.
Though a simple man and not terribly handsome, Hraln managed to find some temporary companionship with people he travelled alongside and in places he visited. Perhaps his one great moral failing is that in always moving onward he rarely returns to places he has visited before and thus has probably left at least one or two children to grow up without knowing a father, if not more, from temporary liasons.
In any case, Hraln became known as a friend of travellers, creating something of a reputation for himself. Besides lending his skills in surviving the wilderness and in fending off hazards, he became a healer of those whom have been heavily burdened by the roads they travel. And many times over the years has he come upon the dead and dying for whom he sought vengeance. Roads travelled by the blessed wanderer became much safer for his efforts.
Just a few years ago something happened that changed things greatly for Hraln. Whether by chance or divine providence he received word of a priest of Fharlanghn who had been causing trouble for some in the central Flanaess, close to the Free City of Greyhawk. What was troubling though was that the priest matched the description of one of those he had travelled with many years ago. Hraln decided that he had to determine what was at the bottom of this, and set off to pursue the troublemaker.
They laid eyes upon each other first in Greyhawk, and recognition was instantaneous on both sides. A grand pursuit would ensue that took them out of Greyhawk and back into the lands of the East. But Hraln would run down his quarry in Nyrond, not far from where he had grown up. Confronting the man, Hraln learned that his friends had been betrayed to the raiders all those years ago by this very same man. He was a charlatan, not a priest at all, having been abandoned many years ago by their patron Fharlanghn. He begged Hraln for mercy, but even though Hraln's kind heart was tempted to give him mercy, he knew that he had been given his powers to ferret out unbelievers to visit the divine justice of their god upon this man before all others. Heart heavy with grief for his fallen teachers, he buried the man in an unmarked grave and left to head back West.
In the weeks afterwards Hraln came to the conclusion that his time alone was coming to an end. He needed to seek out people whom he could trust to share his journeys with, and to find some greater purpose to set themselves too. He would not abandon his ways, but there were many dangers in this world that one man, even one blessed by a god, could not overcome by himself. In his heart he felt that a great journey would lie ahead of them, something to put his mind to instead of betrayals of the past.[/sblock]
