NAME: Ore
RACE: Half-Elf
CLASS: Earth Druid - Psionicist - Preserver
ALIGNMENT: True Neutral

orn the only child in his family, Ore's story is one of turmoil and challenge. Yet embedded into this story is the rise of chivalry and victory.

Ore's father was Duke O (the Barbarian) of the Order of the Paladins--an organized guild he founded long ago in the lands of Yserbius (TSN / INN Network). By the age of 11, Ore was adapt in the ways of Clerical magic. He was a long time student with his mother, Snookie, a beautiful red-haired Cleric, who was wed to Duke O before the First Dark Ages. From his Mother, Ore learned to cast cures even as he first learned to speak. His relationship with his mother was everlasting until her disappearance before the Second Dark Ages. This disappearance wasn't explained to Ore by his father until near the end of time for Yserbius, where Ore learned that his mother Snookie was succumbed not by Evil, but the dreaded Realm Gods. Ore mourned her death for months afterwards, clinging to the memories that continued to chase him in his dreams.

Around the age of 13, Ore was busy accompanying Duke O as a squire to the Paladin jousting contests and tournaments. He found a new love in the ways of fighting. But as every lad soon learns, responsibility comes with the new learned and deadly skills. Father O handed down the ways of Good and Chivalry to young Ore. Soon, Ore joined the Paladins and followed in his father's example by partaking in many jousts and tournaments held throughout the Realm. This combination of fighting, clerical abilities, and chivalry was soon to be complimented by his wizard friend, Delft.

Delft was the lovely Queen of the Devotion Guild which was founded in the land of Yserbius. Already a friend of the family, she befriended Ore while he was acting as a young squire to Duke O and soon taught him the ways of Wizardry. Ore found himself busy with the new lessons of magic between his journeys into the Realm with his father. Ore was quite proud and pleased with his newest abilities of spell casting. After his schooling with Delft and tenure to his father were both over, he melted this new knowledge with his previous skills to become a mighty warrior.

It wasn't until about this time Ore was interested in traveling abroad. He learned of a mystical portal that existed in Yserbius from his friend Delft. This portal allowed Ore to travel outside the realm of Yserbius and to the Sword Coast found in The Forgotten Realms. On his first trip through the portal, Ore landed amidst the area known as The Islands--as the mystical portal was hard to control and Ore never really could predict just where he would land. All the while, he travelled well and met new friends and people. After a week or so, Ore returned to the portal located in the Islands and traveled back to Yserbius. There, countless times, he told others in the tavern of his adventures in the Sword Coast. Many of his friends back in Yserbius listened, but they had other plans of travel. For many peoples were planning their escape one day when the fore told second Dark Ages would devastate everything in Yserbius.

Over the next year or so, Ore travelled to the Sword Coast whenever he could. He used the mystical portal and landed in various places in the Forgotten Realms. Usually on his agenda was the due of meeting new people and trading for magical items in the city of Neverwinter. This became one of his favorite pastimes. An occasional loss of an item to thieves could not keep Ore away from the action of Neverwinter.

Then finally it happened. Ore received word of the impending doom of the Second Dark Ages approaching Yserbius. Ore had to remain in Yserbius until the time to permanently come to the Sword Coast was at hand. He didn't visit the mystical portal for a short while after returning with this information of impending doom. Gone for the moment were the lively but short visits and trips through the mystical portal.

Back in Yserbius, all the people of the realm, Good or Evil, were nervous and preparing for the end of time. Slowly, fewer and fewer people showed up in the taverns and volcano. The Paladins guild once again had to declare its group a Freelance organization, as they did after the First Dark Ages. Once the union of the land and its people was broken, it was most difficult to remain as a solid foundation upon its soil.

En-li-kil was the most evil, most foul, and most deadly Elemental of all the realm of Yserbius. Next to suffering the loss of his mother, taking on En-li-kil and his horrid beast-guards in a solo fight was the hardest thing Ore ever did in his life. Slowly, Ore crossed the magical bridge that appeared to bond the ridge he transversed to a platform at the center of the room. Below the platform, was complete darkness, as light itself could not escape the void of The Unknown. Ore drew his weapon and walked across, looking around with eager anticipation. There it was, the Fountain of Life, awaiting Ore to partake and make the pass through the mystical portal one last time. Suddenly, En-li-kil appeared and blocked the path to the Fountain. The fight was on. Slashing, bleeding, many blows exchanged to and forth, the fight dragged on for what seemed to be eternity itself. One by one, Ore was able to defeat all the horrid beasts and left En-li-kil for the Coup De Grace. Summoning deep from within, a cloud of magic sliced through the raging night air from Ore's hands and a rain of Death Darts and Energy Blasts beat down upon En-li-kil's mighty chest. The driving magic was too much for the powerful Elemental and as he turned to face Ore, he slipped and fell backwards off the platform--forever vanished into the darkness of The Unknown.