I am the last of my people as far as I know. We were a proud race that lived before the great ice age devestated our planet. Magic was our livelihood it protected us from the larger creatures and improved our lives. I remember well the day our barriers fell. I had just graduated the academy that trained us to become the guardians of the city. However, a massive meteor struck the ground breaking thru the shield and destroying the tower that generated our protective magic. While helping evacuate the city the ground gave way beneath me. The next thing I knew I was waking up on the northern shore of Arthuran in Aleris. How I got there is a mystery but, it was far to cold for my liking. I headed southwest hoping for a warmer climate. That is how I ended up in the shadow marshes. I have lived here for three years in a home of my making.