Member of the Erikson family, aspiring caster and brilliant if somewhat cloistered.
Byron Erikson has led a priveledged life for only being 20. He is the nephew of Erik Erikson, one of the five Lords of the [[Five Farms]]. He traveled over much of the settled lands in his adolescence, his father being a merchant and helping to expand the trade routes of the five farms. In a singular experience north of [[Ashford]], when he was 10 years old, Byron went on a hunting expedition with a tribe of Shifters while his father brokered a complex trade negotiation. He ended up lagging behind the group with a trio of Shifter siblings. They were not the only ones hunting that day, and upon entering a rocky canyon, were attacked by a sabre-toothed tiger which had been stalking them. Byron panicked as they all attempted to fight off the beast, which was slashing at them feircely. It lunged and sunk it’s teeth into Byron’s leg, sending him into a panic. However even in his terror, his mind worked furiously, and he managed to deduce a weak point in the animal’s neck, jabbing an arrow into a vital cluster of nerves and blood vessles. The creature released it’s hold and ran off, wounded. The three Shifter siblings carried a delerious Byron back to thier camp. He was feverish and pale, recovering for many days. His father had the time to continue his negotiations, as herbalists from the tribe tended to Byron. As his strength returned, he spoke more with the three Shifters who had saved him, and whom he had saved. The three of them agreed that the beast would have killed one or all of them, if Byron had not wounded it so. They grew to understand each other more, and a month later, as Byron prepared to leave they gave him a gift. The Shifter trio’s father was the cheif whom with Byron’s father was negotiating. The parents and thier children had decided to commemorate thier new treaty, and survival of thier children with a sacred ritual of their tribe. They had made a Bloodstone. A tribal shaman had mixed Byron’s blood with that of the three siblings, pouring it onto a pourous peice of sandstone from the canyon where they had all faced death. The deep red rock was held aloft for all to see, and ceremoniously split into four peices. Each was tied to a leather thong and hung around each of the four children’s necks. They were now united, as vital to each other as thier own blood, and as enduring as the rock. Byron and his father left the tribe that day to continue their travels, but Byron would always remember them. As the years passed, and his father continued his mercantile journeys, Byron would send letters with him to pass onto his Bloodstone brothers, telling of his growth, his life, and his desire to cultivate his knowledge and intellect. He travelled to the great cities of Nova and studied books, scrolls and the teachings of sages. And, he promised one day he would return to see the freinds who shared his blood . . .