Thorne

Growing up Thorne wasn't the brightest guy, but as he grew like a weed, it eventually became apparent that his parents, Myra and Erz, were not his natural parents. When he asked about his natural parents, he was saddened to learn that they had no information to provide him about where he may have come from and even inquires Myra had made in the village and those close by yielded no clue to where he came from. 

He was loved, but also abandoned.

As he became a young man, Era his father, recognized the same wanderlust in Thorne that he had once experienced. He found the boy a proper bow just last year but the lad had already outgrown it, so this time around he ordered him a true longbow and if he was as good a shot with it as he was with the plinker from last year he didn’t think he would have any worry about the boys safety be it on the battlefield or in the wild, but there were still some things he wanted to show the lad.

“Son are ye done with your chores?” Erz asked coming around the woodshed to see the lad splitting the last of firewood. 

“Aye pa, that’s the last of it.” the young man replied carefully wiping down the blade of the wood-ax and checking for any imperfections. 

“Good, good.” Erz responded, “pulling a couple of items out of a leather case, “Will have some time before dinner so I can show you some things fore mother has all tucked inside for the night. Now you’re not built like you old Da, so don’t think a war-hammer would be the thing, but I thought you might like to give these beauties a try.” Erz revealed two throwing axes well wrought and almost gleaming with the oils that had been worked into the steel and oak. 

“Pa… I, I don’t know what to say,” the young half-elf stammered.

“You don’t, have to say anything son I was in your place once, but not all the world is a pleasant as our wee corner lad, and if anyone tries to take it to my boy than Thorne ErznMyrasson is going to give it right back.

Mount = Thaco