Lord Wrenn-Moor

Let your Honor be your shield  

     I am Wrenn-Moor born of a small Clan living in the Mtns near Vesper.  Life was hard but good, hunting and farming for our food in the surrounding forests. It would not remain that way, my life was not to be a simple one. When I was but a teen our Clans fate was all but sealed, as we were set upon by the the Broken Fang tribe of Orcs we fought hard as it was our way but their numbers were too many and soon it was over, some how I survived pulled from the battle by my only remaining kin( or so I thought at the time) Talcon, my brother he was wounded badly but some how had pulled us to safety, father had trained him well as he hid us skillfully from our enemy. Tal always did have a way with the forrest it was and is as if he has some connection with it unlike myself. Hunt, kill, and skin that's what I know.

     So we made our way to Vesper to rebuild our shattered lives. I felt so helpless against the Orc Horde and vowed upon my Honor this would never be again, and so it was I took up the sword as my trade. Tal and I still hunted to feed ourselves and our needs traveling between Minoc and Vesper, but there was something more that I craved. Tal and I are as close as family can be but I was used to a Clan to Kin all around me and so it was that we decided to seek out Haemophilus Moor a Clan brother we had heard lived in Yew. We were untested but determined and so we made the trek to Yew. When we arrived we fell in love with this quiet woodland town it would become our home as you well know. We learned unfortunately that Haem was in seclusion training with the monks in the art of alchemy, again it was but Tal and I. One day while I stood in the town square of Yew a young warrior slightly more green than myself ask me a question and a favor,of what now I can not recall. something about him was familiar and before I knew it I called him friend as we hunted the woods of Yew together it was not till one night in Plugger valley Tal and I realized that he too was a Moor a distant cousin but a Moor none the less. His name was and is Maraxus Moor our previous Archon and brother. That night we stood about an open forge in the valley, talking and drinking. We swore that night we would rebuild our Clan but this time we would not be farmers and hunters but Warriors and Wizards. Our new Kin would not be tied by blood but by a code of Honor and Loyalty. So we grew behind the ambitious Maraxus our chosen Archon for I was his teacher when we met but he proved to be mine as time went on. From tribal hunter I have grown, I am Lord Wrenn-Moor of Clan Moor now Archon, and we are Clan Moor.