Eaglehart a name hollowed in honor and respect all throughout land. Great warriors, shrewd stewards and stalwart leaders that had no equal! Yet that’s what once was, as for the now…The apple seems to have fallen very far from and seems to be ever rolling faster downhill. We all claim some greatness of the past but when we speak of them we mostly referring that their deed are our deeds as little sense as that makes. We are still very rich but the quality of our family is well lacking in the great deeds department.

My father Teon Eaglehart was such a man went on a campaign northward ended up getting not only getting captured and took over a 3 year for the ransom to go through but returned with me bringing back that he also had an affair whilst on campaign. He disgraced the family. His wife promptly divorced him and only a few months after that my father passed away due to severe depression. I was left in the tender care of my aunt and uncle. Although I was treated as a bastard my uncle did his best to make me feel welcome as did Hans, his son and my cousin. Sadly my uncle would die in battle many of his subordinates say he was very brave a stark contrast to most Eagleharts these days...

When we reached adulthood a rag tag group of adventurers came to town to raid a caravan ruin or plunder a town I forget which. Anyway without so much as a word my cousin secretly joined the group and they vanished. At first my aunt and I thought he had been kidnapped but when the truth finally came our way we were utterly flabbergasted! Many of his friends said he had joined the group restore our family glory and find his fathers body yet we had quite a comfortable life here I thought thinking such adventures madness and even suicide.

Only two weeks after my aunt sent me a letter urging me to meet with her as soon as I could not wanting to ignore my current benefactor I rushed over. The house eerily empty and my aunt sat on her favorite chair sipping her luxurious tea. At first we exchanged pleasant conversation but it quickly turned sour when she brought up her son and then laid upon me a quest to find him. It was abrupt and something I felt i was horridly unprepared for! She mere gave an annoyed glare and said. "Child I would not be asking unless I was out of options I've already spent a fortune on mercenaries and adventures...All whom pretended the attempt or died...Family is my last hope." She said with a sad tone but I tried to reason that I'd probable have no better luck then the dead ones. She gave the smallest of smiles and said. "Yes but you won't cost me a coin and quite frankly the only reason I kept you around was because my son begged me too and with him gone...I'm not feeling as generous but if you succeeded than I will be forever in your debt even give you a place with my inner circle." That alone was an esteemed gift I've heard bone chilling things what this woman had done to those who crossed her. Not that staying home was an option it was either do it or get tossed out. So against my better judgment I accepted and asked if she would supply me with armor and weapons. She threw me my fathers weapon and uniform then promptly tossing me out of the house. I guess she wasn't kidding she about having nothing left in her pockets though my father’s uniform looked a bit flamboyant them seemed to offer some protection. For the last time I looked upon my home hoping against hope that this whole affair would be over soon.

Since then I have signed on being paid in pennies though the merc group I joined promised in helping both maintain my armor and weapons. I guess you could say I was paid in experience too. Soon I mastered…Well learned how to use a shield and sword wouldn’t call myself a master once I saw the viciousness or these mercs in battle.

Yet if this life has taught me anything is that I did owe everything to my uncle and cousin…Without their kindness I doubt anyone would’ve ever taken me in I would’ve had this hard life from the very start perhaps even worse…So I did owe it to at least find him or at least whatever was left of him for not only myself but for his sake as well.

I took my leave of the mercs not too long after not willingly though it had to do with the boss...One of the mercs who I had an actually decent relationship with informed me that the boss lost big on a game and well his debtor like the way I looked so he made a deal to take me and he’d be off the hook for the gold. The merc said if I didn’t move out tonight I wouldn’t wake up tomorrow or I would but in a sack going gods knows. So without so much as a farewell I packed as much as could showed the boss my favorite gesture (Behind his back), and made like the wind as I stole his horse and bolted for the nearest town! Now alone and back on the hunt for my cousin I can only hope to find him soon and return to the quiet life I had…Though something inside is telling me that even if I find him that path will forever be closed to me. To that I say shut up! I’ll find him. We’ll share stories on how miserable our adventures were! We’ll laugh, cry about it and go back home like nothing happened! Yeah that will happen…it will…