orven was born into a family of wandering herdsmen that hail from the northern plains, never straying too far from their riverside home along the Rhumon. Though it is difficult to raise herds in the harsh climates of the region, the rigorous life is not without its passions and beauties—thus his clan continued to find joy in their simple existence.

As farmhands and drovers, they were an unremarkable lot, amid the countless commoners who served the Achaden, Tricou, and Kallgren dynasties. During peacetime, they toiled the countryside and paid their meager tithes, but when kings called their banners—they prayed, to any gods that would hear their pleas, that the war would pass them. When the southron empire first began its brutal conquest, all those years ago… Either by divine decree, or lack of strategic importance, Eorven’s homeland was spared.

Even now that a tenuous peace has returned to the region, the reverberations of war can still be felt. In the neighbouring villages on the far side of the valley, hearths seem to lack the warmth they once emitted; conversations at the dining hall are dampened by the sight of an empty seat. The dead litter the fields, hang from trees, and haunt dreams. Worse yet – they walk the night, spurred by vengeance and bloodlust, bereaved of their soul and past. Although Eorven and his hamlet’s herds had not suffered the horrors, he could not bear to look upon the desolation left in the wake of marching armies, nor the foul, cadaverous scents that emanated thereafter. Above all, he wanted to cling onto hope, and strive for a peace that will last for generations. An endeavour that grew harder by the day. The youth's faith has been tempered with an acute, sober sense of realism—after witnessing the profound inequalities and brutalities of this earthly realm firsthand, he understands that his vision will not come easily.

Astride a field horse, with a falcon perched on his arm, and a smattering of sheep behind him… Eorven rode towards the Spire, aspiring to get as far away from the memories that would never relent.