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Big Dad

A young child of no more than 2 seasons, curious as children are, wandered out the open gate of his parent’s home. Blame should not be placed upon his parents, they did they best they could, but keeping tabs on 12 children was not an easy task. In those days it took a large family to keep the farm running. He followed a butterfly, a beauty that attracted his eye. It danced and leaped from flower to flower while he chased it. Then he noticed the pretty swirling colors. Now this was something that had to be examined closer.

How could one of such a young age and frailty come to Derenth? A mistake? Maybe. The will of Asheron himself? Probably.

Being on his own for the first time, and lost you would think a small child would cry looking for his parents, but not this youngster. He looked around at his new and strange surroundings, positive there were many beautiful things to follow and play with. Seeing some glorious looking red birds in the distance, he had to examine them closer. This was his first experience with true pain and a thing he later learned was called a life stone. It was a lesson that was learned the first time. Now distrust replaced his curiosity, he knew all things strange and unfamiliar could not be trusted.

Having traveled the land of Derenth a few seasons learning how to dispense of some of the lands feared creatures using nothing but his bare hands and feet, he began to feel as if a part of him was missing. Not knowing at this time, what he was missing was the joy and comfort of a family. The trust, the loyalty, and friendship that only a real family could bring.

As fate would have it, as it always seems to have, a powerful looking man and an elegant woman came to the town that he had made is home. They were only passing through, stopping to get supplies before heading back out to what ever adventure called them next. They showed him kindness, something new to him, something that reminded him of people long forgotten. They asked why such a young child was left all alone I the middle of a large city, he was not pleased at being called a child, although he was only 4 seasons of age. Quickly to his defenses, preparing for battle, they had insulted him and must pay for their insults. They man spoke first, saying, “My name is Dragonheart, Lord of House of Jara of the Runeguard, and we mean you no harm.” This did not relax the child. Then they lady spoke “Sit with us and share our bread, so that we may get to know each other better.” The southing tone of her voice again brought back memories he had long forgotten. Knowing now that they knew him no harm he sit and enjoyed their bread.

Lord Dragonheart and Lady Shantiva, whose name he learned shortly after sitting, told him of the Runeguard and of the House of Jara. They told him of friendship, a concept new to him, something that he had to know more of. When asked his name, the child again thought back deep into his memories, there was a name he remembered it was what everyone called the strong and powerful man in his dreams. My name he said is Dad. He asked to join them on their journeys and learn more of this thing called friendship. Lord Dragonheart asked if he would like to learn the ways of the Runeguard to which Dad gladly accepted. Lord Dragonheart, with his wisdom, said “Then from this day forward you shall be know as Big Dad of the House of Jara, Hearthguard of the Runeguard.” To this he was very pleased.


	\| home Big Dad A young child of no more than 2 seasons, curious as children are, wandered out the open gate of his parent’s home. Blame should not be placed upon his parents, they did they best they could, but keeping tabs on 12 children was not an easy task. In those days it took a large family to keep the farm running. He followed a butterfly, a beauty that attracted his eye. It danced and leaped from flower to flower while he chased it. Then he noticed the pretty swirling colors. Now this was something that had to be examined closer. How could one of such a young age and frailty come to Derenth? A mistake? Maybe. The will of Asheron himself? Probably. Being on his own for the first time, and lost you would think a small child would cry looking for his parents, but not this youngster. He looked around at his new and strange surroundings, positive there were many beautiful things to follow and play with. Seeing some glorious looking red birds in the distance, he had to examine them closer. This was his first experience with true pain and a thing he later learned was called a life stone. It was a lesson that was learned the first time. Now distrust replaced his curiosity, he knew all things strange and unfamiliar could not be trusted. Having traveled the land of Derenth a few seasons learning how to dispense of some of the lands feared creatures using nothing but his bare hands and feet, he began to feel as if a part of him was missing. Not knowing at this time, what he was missing was the joy and comfort of a family. The trust, the loyalty, and friendship that only a real family could bring. As fate would have it, as it always seems to have, a powerful looking man and an elegant woman came to the town that he had made is home. They were only passing through, stopping to get supplies before heading back out to what ever adventure called them next. They showed him kindness, something new to him, something that reminded him of people long forgotten. They asked why such a young child was left all alone I the middle of a large city, he was not pleased at being called a child, although he was only 4 seasons of age. Quickly to his defenses, preparing for battle, they had insulted him and must pay for their insults. They man spoke first, saying, “My name is Dragonheart, Lord of House of Jara of the Runeguard, and we mean you no harm.” This did not relax the child. Then they lady spoke “Sit with us and share our bread, so that we may get to know each other better.” The southing tone of her voice again brought back memories he had long forgotten. Knowing now that they knew him no harm he sit and enjoyed their bread. Lord Dragonheart and Lady Shantiva, whose name he learned shortly after sitting, told him of the Runeguard and of the House of Jara. They told him of friendship, a concept new to him, something that he had to know more of. When asked his name, the child again thought back deep into his memories, there was a name he remembered it was what everyone called the strong and powerful man in his dreams. My name he said is Dad. He asked to join them on their journeys and learn more of this thing called friendship. Lord Dragonheart asked if he would like to learn the ways of the Runeguard to which Dad gladly accepted. Lord Dragonheart, with his wisdom, said “Then from this day forward you shall be know as Big Dad of the House of Jara, Hearthguard of the Runeguard.” To this he was very pleased.