Fenn and Sarrath's story

== Friendship is magic backstory ==
Years ago, laughing and the rattle of buckets being knocked over were common to hear on these streets of Eburug, the result of two children running around between stands and playing wannabe heroes. One of them, a half elf with brown hair and green eyes, Sarrath Vallar playing the hero of healing, striving to be the one making sure everyone comes back alive. He led the way, exclaiming with pride, “Don’t worry, you will not even have a single scratch on you when we return from battle!” The other, a humanoid rabbit similar in appearance with their short fluffy brown fur and similarly green eyes, Fenn Sorell, singing along so the mood would never dim. “Live so you may hear another joyful song, your story told through my words!” They laughed, stumbling along to follow their friend. Together they were an unstoppable force, seeking out to make a name for themselves, to be known as heroes around all of Abeilht. During their childhood, these two were inseparable, each other's best friend. They would always spend their youthful days playing the hero they strived to be, telling each other their passions and dreams, and their troubles and frustrations as they grew. And although it was different paths they’d pursue, the end goal was still the same.
As time passed, they eventually had to separate to pursue their own paths. It was a heartfelt farewell, but they believed in their hearts that they were fated to meet again. With Fenn’s family being quite well off in terms of money (Thx to Fenn’s amazing FISH marketingFenn's marketing Strategy
), he was sent off to (insert thing) and Sarrath pursued their path to a church in a different city outside of Eburug.
Time passes
Screaming, yelling and cries for help could be heard on the battlefield as the siege continued on. Everything seemed to be lost as the enemy overwhelmed their forces, and yet somehow they prevailed as two figures stood out. Sarrath, the cleric of life domain keeping the soldiers' health in check and making sure they can return to combat. Without him, most would probably not have made it out alive. Fenn would sing and dance, encouraging them to live and fight for what they believed in. Setting a sense of determination in ready soldiers, and providing a joyous atmosphere for those who must rest, the morale being kept high and hopeful. The impure crusade, a group of “cultists” worshiping the greater daemon “Bashmel” who went on a rampage, capturing a town in the land of Strelms and the residents inside to turn it into Bashmels ideal vision of beauty. Coincidentally, both Fenn and Sarrath was offered this job and the best pals was reunited once again. Through thick and thin, they eventually took back the city and took out every single Bashmel believer, but it was not without innocents lives taken and brutally decimated at that. A gruesome sight of innocent stomachs cut open, intestines spread out from the cuts and hanging everywhere, the smell of flesh from everywhere, rotting away. Sarrath, in shock of what he saw, did not move an inch as he was in disbelief of the sight. He never thought that someone could do something this cruel, it was sickening. That day would be a constant reminder to Sarrath, that not every life can be saved and death can be way crueler than imagined. Fenn gazed upon the sight in disgust, his stomach twisting at the first brutal sight of the reality of war. Being a beacon of hope for many on the field, Fenn put on a brave face, smiling through the smell of rotting corpses and blood painting the lands. He was known to smile and make light of a situation even if there was blood on his hands, the event changed him forever, in good ways and bad. It wasn't uncommon for him to sit up late at night, unable to rest, often seeking Sarrath for a shoulder to rest on as they processed each brutal day.
As the job eventually came to an end, a stranger approached Fenn and Sarrath and explained that he is part of a organization called “The Red Hands” and took an interest in both Fenn and Sarrath as they were remarkable on the battlefield and at the same time would have had more casualties if it were not for both of them. He asked them if they would be interested in joining The Red Hand. Sarrath looked a bit skeptical, they’ve heard about them before, but killing gods and all? Sounded a bit over exaggerated, but at the same time, they just became jobless and contrary to Sarrath, it piqued Fenn's interest, this be perfect for making an epic story to tell. “Hear 'em out Sarrath, you can't tell me killing a god doesn't sound like a super cool story to tell.” Said Fenn, looking at Sarrath with eyes that somehow sparkled with excitement. Convinced by Fenn's words, and baffled that his eyes could do such a thing, Sarrath agreed that this could possibly be the best opportunity ever to make a name for themselves. “You know, this doesn’t sound so bad actually, we’d like to join The Red Hands!” Sarrath said proudly. “My man! The name’s Dalfin” Said the Red Hand recruiter as he reached out to shake their hands. “Welcome to The Red Hands!”
==Small Side stories of childhood W.I.P ==
===The beginning of their friendship===
Fenn loved to tell stories. Catching the whispers of the wind grazing their perky ears, Fenn sat cross-legged on a wooden box, a familiar crowd of kids huddled around. Surrounded by other kids eager to hear the tales passed down from their family or overheard in the village, every afternoon, like clockwork, Fenn would spin a new adventure, their voice full of energy, always ready to entertain. He glanced over the heads of the group as he gestured and sang bits and pieces of the story and caught sight of Sarrath, as always, lingering on the edge of the gathering, silent and watchful. Sarrath was never the type to join in, but he was always there, listening. It made Fenn wonder.
One day, after sharing countless tales from others, Fenn decided it was time to try something different. Determined to encourage Sarrath to come out of his shell, he collected bits and pieces of what others knew about him to create the perfect story, made just for him. Weeks passed, and when Fenn felt ready the fabled day came, and he perched himself on that box once again. It was about a hero, one who wasn’t the strongest or fastest, but one who would always make sure their comrades came out of every battle unharmed. The hero's strength wasn’t in their weapon, but in their knowledge of the art of healing and care for others, ensuring no one was left behind. Fenn could see the children hanging on every word, but their gaze often drifted to Sarrath, who, for the first time, seemed more than a shadow. His eyes brighter, his posture a little less guarded.
As Fenn spun his tale, he kept his eyes on Sarrath, watching his reaction. The other children were cheering and applauding Fenn for the wonderful story. When Fenn finished, he looked directly at Sarrath, grinning. “Y’know,” he said lightly, “I think there’s a lot more stories like this out there. You’ve probably got some too, right?” The group quieted, all eyes turning toward Sarrath. For a moment, there was silence, but then, Sarrath gave the faintest of nods. Fenn beamed, delighted at the gesture, hoping this was a start to something great.
===When Curiosity Knocked Out the yarnball===
Sarrath invited Fenn over for some help to create some medicine. This medicine was for a client who had trouble sleeping and Sarrath was tasked by his parents to make it. While fenn handed Sarrath the ingredients he asked for, he noticed some very vibrant leafs on top of a towel that looked really tasty and couldn’t stop his curiosity and ate them all. Sarrath looked over to Fenn who was chewing, then looked at the towel with nothing on it and looked back at Fenn who had already swallowed the sleeping herbs. “YOU DOOFUS, FENN, THAT’S SLEEPING HERBS YOU JUST ATE!!” Yelled Sarrath in a panic. “What?” Replied Fenn who was already dozing off and eventually fell asleep, almost hitting his head on the table, though luckily was Sarrath fast enough to catch his head. He sighed and picked up Fenn, he should have really thought about this. Fenn, sleeping soundly, was put on Sarrath’s bed and slept through the entire day making Sarrath find new sleeping herbs to finish the medicine and had to sleep on the couch.
===Growing Pains===
“My neck hurts whenever I talk to you now, It’s so irritating!” Fenn exclaimed, lightly thumping the ground as he crossed his arms, his ears pressing flat against his head while he pouted. “I can’t even talk to you eye to eye anymore, why do you have to grow so tall?!” He groaned, slumping down onto a chair, leaning his arm on a table. “I could just.. crouch down to talk to you, perhaps?” Sarrath suggested, offering him an apologetic smile as he crouched down to face Fenn, slightly tilting his head at him “Is this better for you, yarnball?” 
Fenn glared at him, his brow furrowing as his scowl deepened. “...cloud brain..” Fenn grumbled under his breath, his ear flicking in irritation as he turned his head away with a huff, eliciting a laugh from Sarrath. That day, Fenn would ask Sarrath for a book about herbs just to call him every name of a tall herb he could find, his personal favorite’s Angelica. 
===One bad scratch===
“Be careful!” Yelled Sarrath as Fenn ran recklessly around a pile of wood. “There’s nothing to be worried about Sarrath” Said Fenn with confidence. “Nothing can hurt me- WOAH!” Screamed Fenn as he slipped on a piece of wood and caught his arm on a rusted nail. “Ow….” Muttered Fenn. trying to get on his paws. “Fenn!” Shouted Sarrath as he ran towards Fenn “Are you oka- Oh bloody hells, you are NOT okay!” 
Fenn had a difficult time standing on his legs and was disoriented as he also hit his head. "I can handle the pain, t'is but a scratch!"
“You’re bleeding from your arm Fenn!” Said Sarrath loudly and took his other arm. “Wha- woah, hey Sarrath why the rush?” Asked Fenn, not entirely grasping the situation. “We need to treat that wound before it gets infected!” Said Sarrath worryingly and barged through the clinic door and took Fenn in the back. “Sit there.” Said Sarrath to Fenn “I’m sat.” Replied Fenn as Sarrath brought out medicine and some bandages. 
He approached Fenn’s bloody arm as he began cleaning the wound before putting the medicine on the wound.“OW!” Screamed Fenn out in pain, clenching Sarrath’s arm. “That hurts!” “I know, just bear with it for a moment, this won’t take long now.” He replied as he began wrapping the bandage around. “There, done.” He said with a loud exhale. “Now don’t take this off for 2 weeks you hear me?” “Thank you Sarrath…” he paused for a moment “...and I guess I’m sorry for acting stupid too” he mumbled under his breath, gaze shifting away Sarrath chuckled a little “It’s okay Fenn, you don’t need to apologize to me” He said while smiling. “Just be a little bit careful next time, you may have me, but I also wanna avoid fatal incidents.” He said, looking into Fenn’s eyes “Can you promise me that?” Fenn’s ears lowered as he nodded “I promise…as long as I don’t have to drink any horrid medicine.” “Haha, luckily not this time.” Replied Sarrath, laughing “Now let’s get you home.” 
==="Fish fear me, Women love me!"===
“Hey ma, our stock is running out, how’s dad doing?” Fenn asked, carrying an empty crate and setting it down with a huff, wiping sweat off of his brow. His mother’s ears perked up at the noise, setting down her knitting supplies as she stood up to face Fenn. “Your father’s still got a bad cold… I told him he shouldn’t have gone out in pouring rain” she chuckled, running her paw over Fenn's] fluffy head “why don’t you try fishing yourself this time, just like how dad has shown you!” She suggested, smiling down at him as she watched his face light up “ooh! That would be fun!” Fenn exclaimed, as his mother chimed in “oh, and why don’t you bring Sarrath with you as well, you know..just to make sure you don’t drown..”
Fenn skipped along a rocky path, fishing pole in paw as he hummed a simple song, Sarrath following along behind him watching his step “Fenn, be careful… It’s like you never learn from all the bumps and bruises you get” He warned, Fenn only chuckling in reply as they arrived at the fishing spot. They set up their equipment, the hum of the nature surrounding them the only noise in the background as the two chatted. 
“So, we just..wait then?” Sarrath pondered, staring down at the bobber of his fishing rod, watching as it gently swayed with the water “Yep! and once you see or feel a tug, you reel that lil guy in!” Fenn grinned, sitting down on a nearby flat rock, lightly kicking his feet as he fidgeted with his own fishing rod. Sarrath seemed skeptical, glancing at Fenn “I know half of the fish you can catch here are nearly the size of you, Fenn.. Shouldn’t you be more…” he paused, looking at how carelessly Fenn had sat himself on the rock, loosely holding onto the rod “...prepared?”
Fenn let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head “oh dear Sarrath, don’t you trust me? I was practically raised to do this, like I always say! Fish fear me, women LOVE m-” Fenn’s prideful claim was cut off by the violent tug of his fishing rod, the air knocked out of his lungs as he exclaimed a shaky “WOAH” before falling straight into the water. 
Needless to say, a lesson was learnt that day…
===A Jaw-dropping lesson===
It was a chilly morning, Fenn had just finished helping his father stock up the most recent fish haul, walking along the streets with a yawn. It was quieter in the mornings, the faint chatter of people waking up and getting their shops ready echoing through the town. Fenn stumbled upon Sarrath's home, watching him through an open window, sorting some herbs. Fenn smiled as his ears perked up in curiosity, skipping towards the window and lifting himself up to lean against it as he got a better look at what Sarrath was up to.
“Good morning, Sarrath! Whatcha doing this lovely morning?” Fenn chimed, tilting his head at the half-elf. “I’m just reading through some herbs and stuff, what each part is used for, how to compound each and the process of it all.” Sarrath replied enthusiastically. “If you want, we could try and recreate one of these recipes!” He asked as he held his breath with anticipation. Fenn shrugged “sure, why not?” he climbed in through the window, dusting off his pants as he stepped to be beside Sarrath, tilting his head in curiosity “soo..what's this compound stuff n all that?” Sarrath pulled out a large chalkboard and began explaining as he started drawing each part. “Well first off, you need to know what each part and what they are used for, then you need to know what herb parts are usable and what are not.” Explained Sarrath with high spirits. “So let’s start with the mortar and pestle….” and continued explaining as he began talking about every single thing with fine detail. Fenn stared down at the herbs, his eyes wide as he looked back and forth from the herbs and Sarrath, his words going in one ear and out the other. While Sarrath's back was turned, Fenn slowly started nibbling on each herb, his face contorting with every odd flavor they had. “..I don’t think I get it” he sheepishly said, slowly chewing with a mildly disturbed look on his face. As Fenn continued chewing, Sarrath turned to face Fenn and immediately turned from a smile, to an annoyed frowny face. “Fenn… You’re not listening right?” 
“..I got hungry” 
“You know you’re eating mouth numbing herbs right Fenn?” Sarrath asked sarcastically, already knowing the answer. “W..wuh..” Fenn mumbled, his ears lowering as he looked up at Sarrath with wide eyes. With Fenn's] facial expression, an idea came to Sarrath's mind. “You know if you eat too much, your jaw will separate from your joint and eventually fall off, and that amount is more than enough.” He said with a grin. “wHA?” Fenn exclaimed, his ears perking up in shock as he frantically held onto his jaw “NOOO” he cried, slumping down in his chair. Sarrath burst out with laughter, holding his arms around his stomach. “Hahaha, I’m kidding, I’m kidding! You’re not gonna lose your jaw.” Reassured Sarrath. Fenn sat there in silence for a moment, blinking at Sarrath as he processed his words. And for the rest of the day, Fenn sat with a grumpy look as he properly listened to Sarrath's teachings, and just to be sure, he bandaged his jaw tight and tied a bow at the top of his head.
===A windy yarnball===
Blue skies, small clouds flying over sometimes covering the sun for a second or two, and quite windy as well. Perfect to go harvest some herbs. Out somewhere in an open field, were Fenn and Sarrath out to pick some herbs for Sarrath’s parents. While filling the basket of herbs, a strong gust of wind hit and made Fenn almost lose balance, only saving it by balancing on one leg. “Woah-!” Fenn yelped as he did not expect that gust of wind. “Careful!” Sarath said while still picking herbs with a smile, finding it a bit funny that Fenn could that easily be pushed over by a gust of wind.
With a basket full of herbs, they went back with Fenn on Sarrath’s shoulders, holding the basket on his head. Suddenly a gust of wind hit them in front and Fenn’s upper body couldn’t hold on and so was pushed back, holding on to the basket for dear life as the same happened to it and still only on Sarrath’s shoulders because he still held Fenn’s legs. “Sarrath, whatever you do DON’T let go-” Fenn yelped as he fought against the wind “how are you not affected by this?! So unfair..” he groaned, making sure neither the basket nor the herbs flew off. Suddenly Sarrath had a funny idea and with a smug face, he opened his hands a little bit, still holding on, but gave Fenn a little lift. “Hey hey HEY!!” Panicked Fenn out loud. “I SAID DON’T LET GO YOU ANGELICA!” Sarrath chuckled and replied. “Relax, you didn’t fly away now did you?” Fenn grumbled to himself as he lightly bonked Sarrath’s head “I’m never trusting you ever again..” “Aw c'mon Fenn, you can’t just blame me, blame the wind!” Replied Sarrath with a little smug face and began to walk faster. “Now let’s hurry back before you actually fly away”
=== Fenn's birthday and death hug ===
Fenn’s birthday was just around the corner and Sarrath didn’t really know what to give him. He sat for a few hours, coming up with ideas and pondering until an idea sprung out and immediately went to the general store, bought a notebook and ran home to start straight away. He began looking through each and every book that contained dangerous herbs and started writing and drawing them down on the notebook. After a few days, the notebook was finally done and perfect as Fenn’s birthday gift. 
As Fenn’s birthday came around, the excitement Sarrath had while walking down to Fenn’s house could not be contained. Smiling as he opened the door to see Fenn surrounded by a bunch of kids that usually sits and listens to his tales. As much as he wanted to approach Fenn, he did not have the courage to walk up to a crowd of kids and instead placed the present on the gift table and sat at the eating table while waiting for it to be less crowded, but it didn't seem that it would happen for quite some time. Fenn’s ear flickered as he heard Sarrath enter, his gaze subtly shifting to look at him. He continued his story with a knowing smile on his face, an idea popping into his head. Wrapping his current story up, he sat up proudly “You know, today’s a special day, and a special day calls for a special story!” he exclaimed “Have you ever heard the story of the honorable hero, who no matter what, would always make sure his comrades would come out of battle unscathed?” he grinned, laughing softly at the children's enthusiasm “it’s one of my favorite stories, and I just so happen to have a dear friend who knows the story well” Fenn hummed, looking at Sarrath, beckoning him to step up “why don’t you help me tell it, Sarrath?”  Upon hearing Fenn tell that tale, he couldn’t help himself, but showed a smile, looking down at his hands as he fidgeted around with his thumbs. Suddenly as Fenn called out Sarrath to join him to tell the tale together. A bit surprised, Sarrath looked up at Fenn and noticed his expression that genuinely wanted him up there with him. Sarrath couldn’t let this opportunity pass and built up his courage. Finally, he took his present and walked up to Fenn. “I would gladly continue the tale” Replied Sarrath as he began telling the tale from where Fenn left off. It was a spectacle as Sarrath caught every kid's full attention, not letting a single word slip by their ears. With the tale coming to an end, Sarrath turned to Fenn and stretched out his arms as he held the present in front of Fenn. “Happy birthday, Fenn!” Fenn accepted the present with wide eyes “oh my, thank you! You really didn’t have t-” he spoke as he opened it, realizing what it was “...Is this a notebook of dangerous herbs I should avoid?” he looked up at Sarrath, who had a goofy grin on his face, and pondered “..I don’t know if I should be mad or happy about this, thank you anyhow you goofball” Fenn chuckled as he gave Sarrath a big hug, nearly squeezing the life out of him. “Fenn, my ribcage is gonna break.. ow..” Replied Sarrath with the little air he had left in his lungs. “B-but happy… birthday, Fenn… Fenn you can let go now… I’m losing air..”
====Ideas====
*Maybe one day when they’re a bit later in their childhood and are starting to grow up, they have some sort of argument about their dreams. Fenn’s very family focused, he could have been slightly shrugging off and paying less attention to his passions and dreams in order to help his family with the fish business, and Sarrath tries to convince him to do what they always dreamt about when they were younger. They make up of course, maybe after a heated argument some sense gets knocked into them lmao (literally or figuratively)
*Fenn's present to Sarrath
*Fenn and Sarrath get into an argument (About what? idfk)
*Sarrath on a sick day
*Fenn selling FISH
*Fenn becoming a heatwarmer for Sarrath on a cold day
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