Tora was born to Krazton and Faerasha in the time of the hawk. In the elf’s tongue, his name means “Tiger King”. Tora was raised in the aftermath of the first Dragon War. A war that killed many, and lasted over a hundred years.

His father, Krazton fought in the war, atop a young bronze dragon named Thunder. Krazton was a great warrior, and master of the Bladesong. When Tora was thirty five, and just becoming old enough to start to learn the Song, his father was murdered by a man called Dernik. Dernik was a high priest in the Dragon War, and Krazton had injured him greatly in battle.

Tora’s uncle took in the boy and his mother, and began teaching Tora the Bladesong. Tora’s skill with the sword was great, and the magic within him was strong, but it needed focus. His uncle, Hirik, was very displeased when Tora decided to leave early in his training to fight in the second Dragon War. Though his training was half done, it was far from complete. The disciplines of magic were not even touched upon yet, and his swordsmanship was remarkable, but without the magic he would never be a Bladesinger. Only eighty nine years old, he was still a child, and looking to the war meant seeing things that would change his life forever.

Tora rode the same steed as his father, Thunder. In the two hundred years between the wars Thunder had reached his prime and become a mature dragon. Together they were a force to be reckoned with in the war. They lead armies to victory, and destroyed a mass of evil dragons. Tora gained the nick name of “the hunter” for his diligence in hunting out the color dragons. Even a single dragon, a dragon that by itself could do little against the forces of the metal dragons, was hunted out and destroyed by Tora and Thunder. After a long seventy six years the second Dragon War ended, and Tora returned to his homeland.

He had matured, and was no longer a child. Now a man of one hundred and sixty five years, Hirik thought it a lost cause to continue teaching the Bladesong to him, but Tora was persistent. Hirik conceded to teach him again, and teach him he did. New worlds of understanding were realized by Tora. The once unexplained was now understood, and the understanding of the true magic brought him to despise what he had done.

The wars were wrong, and the hunting down of the dragons in the fashion he had was inexcusable. What Tora did not understand, was his father’s people were threatened in the first war, so Krazton went to fight. When the second war broke, Tora’s people were safe, and there was no reason for him to join the armies. Though he was the only one that persecuted himself, Tora left his homeland. In search of the truth he traveled alone, now a Bladesinger.

For forty years he wandered, and when he returned home again, he had been smiled on by the gods. Tora was now the Elven King of the Hunt. The gods themselves were impressed with his abilities, and the hunt was always his true calling. Even in the wars he relished the hunt above the fight, and he was the best at it. Content with himself, he now lived among his people again. Hirik was now leader of their clan, but Tora’s mother, Faerasha, had left for the promise lands, she had reached her time and her six centuries were done on this plane.

Although it shouldn’t have, his mother’s absence depressed Tora. He stayed with his people for another twenty three years, but then left again. This time he was two hundred and twenty eight years old, and his destination was unknown. He walked through the Shadow Gate to a world he had heard little of, not to escape, but to look for a new meaning. When he came out the other side of the gate, he was in Rhydin.