Born on Lifeday, 18 Autumnstime, 597 SG, was Rowk, son of Togrit, a descendant of the great chieftain, Sengann of the Spears. After the slaughter done at Eochaill, where many of the clan were slain by Fiachu son of Starn, Togrit took his family, along with many others, and found a new home, a place where they could be free from the destruction of war, and the violence that seemed almost inborn in their brethren. The place they found was Inbe Slaine. Here, Togrit made a name for himself through wise leadership and mediation skills. For many ten-years, there was peace. As a symbol of their newfound freedom from violence, all the adults in the newly formed clan buried their swords and axes in the ground, taking an oath never to use them. This is where Rowk was born. Togrit and his family, including young Rowk, were content to farm the land and live at peace with the natural hills and forests that were their habitat. However, not all creatures are so peaceful. Eventually, the settlement at Inbe Slaine was attacked by hill giants; the firbolg, normally able to defend themselves against their less-intelligent cousins, had a hard time of it. The success of the raids encouraged the giants, and their attacks continued and grew worse. The adults, because of their oath, would not defend themselves with violence. They would simply accept whatever the hill giants did. The younger generation, including Rowk and his friends, struggled to understand their parents. They thought they should defend themselves with sword and stone. However, loyalty runs deep in firbolg, and the youth were obedient to the wishes of the elders. When not busy with his duties leading the clan, Togrit and his sons ran the local grain mill. They grew wheat and operated the truly massive stone mill to turn the grain into flour, which was then used throughout the community. One warm summer day, Rowk was in the field with his father harvesting wheat when the hill giants made a massive raid. Rowk and Togrit didn't have time to get back to their home, where they usually could barricade themselves safely inside. As the giants began to attack Togrit, Rowk was in a nearby field. He ran as fast as he could; by the time he got the his dad, he was lying on the ground with his hands covering his head, trying to shield himself from the heavy blows of the giants. Two giants stood over him, hitting and kicking him. Rowk's firbolg instincts took over, and he acted without thinking. Too involved in their sport, the giants didn't notice Rowk approaching. The scythe in his hand, normally a tool to support life, became an instrument of death. By the time the first giant hit the ground, the second one was just noticing the large gashes in its back and chest that were beginning to gush blood. It joined its brother on the ground, where the soil soaked up blood from both giants. Togrit was unconscious, and Rowk nursed him back to health. When Rowk related the story of what happened, Togrit could barely accept that his son had taken life to preserve his own. The entire settlement was more outraged about Rowk's actions thanthey were about the raid. Though they would never cast someone out of their settlement, their actions had the same effect. Everyone started avoiding Rowk, and wouldn't even acknowledge his presence in public. Rowk's friends were sympathetic, but their parents forbade them to interact with him in any way. Eventually, Rowk decided he had to leave. Life in Inbe Slaine was no longer enjoyable or even comfortable. Rowk took his scythe, which his father no longer allowed him to use on the wheat, and a small bag of supplies and left Inbe Slaine, the only land he had ever known in his short 70 years. After a few weeks of traveling, Rowk stumbled across a military compound; it looked like a small human outpost (though the humans thought it quite sizeable). Rowk stopped to rest and get supplies, and it was two days before Rowk realized the compound was actually a chapel of Tempus. Intrigued, Rowk extended his stay. The priest-warriors were happy to have him, and taught him of their ways. Here Rowk found companionship and kindred spirits, people who agreed with and supported his actions during the raid. Most of the priests actually thought he should go back and organize an army against the giants, and some even offered to return with him and aid him. Rowk knew the clan would never participate or support such an action. It was several months later before Rowk left the compound. Sometime later he arrived in Offestry, a devout follower of Tempus, though his formal training had been brief. Rowk left the compound anxious to learn more of Tempus and to apply what he had learned. More importantly to Rowk, he knew that he must find his own path in life, and he doesn't yet know if his path will ever cross paths with his family and clan again.