One evening while sorting through the various tomes in my family's vast personal library, one of my parents record books revealed a terrible secret; I had been adopted.
     My true parents were not Kessington nobles, but lowly Maquisians; Members of "the clan of the Raven".
As an infant, I had been taken from my home by Kessington missionaries. I confronted my "parents" with the records, and demanded  to visit the land of my birth. Reluctantly, they agreed to finance my trip.

     Visiting the Maquisian lands was quite a new experience for me. For the first time in my life I was without servants to wait on me. No one was there to warm my bed or draw my bath.
     I quickly grew accustomed to  the ways of the people, however.  It was as if my spirit had awakened. I was truly at home among these people. In addition, I was able to study "Magic".
     "Magic", I learned, was not magical at all, but easily explained by scientific principles. I tried to explain this to the Maquisian people, but they were unreceptive.

     When the time for me to return to Kessington came, I refused to leave.
After living with my real family, I could not return to my former existance.
     My "parents" became enraged when I refused to come home, and when they realized that I was adament about my decision to stay, they would have nothing more to do with me.
     Having been disowned, I stayed with my birth parents and learned the ways of the Maquisians.
     Because of the unusual circumstances surrounding my childhood, and
my parent's willing acceptance of me as their son, the clan elders accepted me a born Raven's Clan member.

     After living with my true family for quite some time, my village recieved a request from a small sect of the Raven's Clan located in the village of Umquano for someone versed in the arts of spellcasting.
     Even though it was difficult for me, I knew it was time to move on. After a tearful goodbye, I headed north to Umquano.