My name is Tabatha Mirlain. I grew up in the Northern territories of the Burneal forest. My mother was a well known ranger in our tribe and my father a powerful wizard. From the day I was born my mother planned for me to follow in her footsteps. Till the age of 30 I trained to become a ranger. Learning to use a bow, track in the forest, to survive in the forest. During the winter of the thirtieth year of my life my mother was struck down by a band of Iuzian orcs roaming in our woods. I vowed to hunt them down but my father begged me to stay in the safety on the tribe. This was the first time I had lost a close family member and I was devastated. But my father was far more devastated by the loss so I found myself spending more and more time with him trying to comfort him as he continued to grieve for my mother. As I cared for my father I began to learn more about his chosen trade. My mother often commented that she didn’t care for some of the things he did but as he began to teach me some of his spells I soon forgot her concerns and worries about the arcane magic. My father never recovered from the loss of my mother and a few years passed and he too went to join her in the beyond. I had lost interest in becoming a ranger and was being drawn to something more. However the elders of the tribe did not want this so they gave me a choice. Rejoin the tribe in my rightful place or leave. I chose to leave. I wandered the woods using the skills my mother had taught me and some of those taught by my father. I soon found myself drawn to a small hut in the woods. Inside I found a strange little woman. She appeared to be a half elf. Her appearance was that of a hermit and she had a strange aura about her. “Ah Tabatha, I see you have finally found your way to me. I have much to teach you. ” I paused, all my senses seemed to scream run but something drew me in. I stepped into the woman’s hut and began my new training, the training that led me to become a witch.