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<blockquote data-quote="jasper" data-source="post: 8636341" data-attributes="member: 277">tozs home work.My name is Toz and I grew up on a farm where Savalirwood borders the Ivory Lake.&nbsp; I was brought up being taught how to use Sarenrae’s gift to heal others.&nbsp; My pa, Terry was the strength of the family but my ma, Tera was its backbone.Pa never raised a hand to discipline my brother Taz or I.&nbsp; He had a commanding presence about him that made us want to behave.&nbsp; Pa taught us how to fish, to clean and fillet them, and how to properly cook them.&nbsp; We fished on the lake every Miresen and brought our catch back to cook for ma; we were taught that was her day to rest.&nbsp; She did so much for our family, I didn't realize it then.Though he didn't punish us with pain, he disciplined Taz and I through manual labor.&nbsp; We chopped down trees, gathered herbs, and helped ma tend her garden.&nbsp; Goats were milked, sheep sheared, and chicken eggs were gathered.&nbsp; The pain he caused us from labor only made us stronger.&nbsp; Though he loved to thump us on the back of the head when we weren't paying attention.&nbsp; This taught us to be more mindful out our surroundings.It was a humble farm.&nbsp; Ma was extremely gifted with Sarenrae’s light.&nbsp; Workers from nearby farms and mines would bring us gifts from their craft knowing that they could count on her to provide aid.&nbsp; She used to say that it was &quot;outside of the dark and into the light, that we find our strength.&quot;I remember once, my brother and I were working and his shears were kicked out of his hands by a sheep.&nbsp; One of the blades lodged in his thigh.&nbsp; I ran crying to ma that a sheep had killed him.&nbsp; She calmly took my hand and led me back to the stables back to the cries of my wounded brother.&nbsp; The light that emanated from her was like noon on a cloudless day.&nbsp; A light that I have never witnessed since.&nbsp; One that I could only wish to achieve myself.My brother lived but that was the final loving act our ma preformed.&nbsp; At dusk, from out of the lake nearby, a dark mass appeared.&nbsp; My parents fought the creature, an aboleth, but were killed right in front of my brother and me.&nbsp; We escaped and never returned for fear that we would be killed as well.&nbsp; I still haven't gone back.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="jasper, post: 8636341, member: 277"] tozs home work. My name is Toz and I grew up on a farm where Savalirwood borders the Ivory Lake. I was brought up being taught how to use Sarenrae’s gift to heal others. My pa, Terry was the strength of the family but my ma, Tera was its backbone. Pa never raised a hand to discipline my brother Taz or I. He had a commanding presence about him that made us want to behave. Pa taught us how to fish, to clean and fillet them, and how to properly cook them. We fished on the lake every Miresen and brought our catch back to cook for ma; we were taught that was her day to rest. She did so much for our family, I didn't realize it then. Though he didn't punish us with pain, he disciplined Taz and I through manual labor. We chopped down trees, gathered herbs, and helped ma tend her garden. Goats were milked, sheep sheared, and chicken eggs were gathered. The pain he caused us from labor only made us stronger. Though he loved to thump us on the back of the head when we weren't paying attention. This taught us to be more mindful out our surroundings. It was a humble farm. Ma was extremely gifted with Sarenrae’s light. Workers from nearby farms and mines would bring us gifts from their craft knowing that they could count on her to provide aid. She used to say that it was "outside of the dark and into the light, that we find our strength." I remember once, my brother and I were working and his shears were kicked out of his hands by a sheep. One of the blades lodged in his thigh. I ran crying to ma that a sheep had killed him. She calmly took my hand and led me back to the stables back to the cries of my wounded brother. The light that emanated from her was like noon on a cloudless day. A light that I have never witnessed since. One that I could only wish to achieve myself. My brother lived but that was the final loving act our ma preformed. At dusk, from out of the lake nearby, a dark mass appeared. My parents fought the creature, an aboleth, but were killed right in front of my brother and me. We escaped and never returned for fear that we would be killed as well. I still haven't gone back. [/QUOTE]

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