Valornor Gladewarder
Fantasy · by Mark
RACE
Elf
GENDER
Male
LIFE STAGE
Young Adult
BODY SIZE
Medium
BUILD
Athletic
He is a relatively young male Wood Elf Ranger. Who has been recently exiled from the forestlands of his people for 20 years. Because on the night before the day his beloved fiancée, Ayravalyn and he were to be handfasted. A jilted lover from years before abducted her. The route her captor was attempting to escape with her along the top of some very high cliffs. Biting the hand that had been covering her mouth. She was able to scream for help. Alerted her Father and Valornor, who had been tranceing. But quickly gave pursuit. Calling her name to let her know help was on the way Up ahead Ayravalyn saw that her abductor had a pair of his cronies waiting with horses, to ride off on. She knew she needed to do something to make sure that didn't happen. Thus, she put all that she had into her struggled to break free of her captor. In doing so he pulled her off balance. Losing his grip on her, she went tumbling over the cliffs edge. Falling to her death, landing on the rocks far below. Just as her father and Valornor came running up. In a fit of anguish and rage, the Ranger drew his short sword and cleaved her abductor on the right side of his neck. Down through his collarbone and nearly to his heart. He turn out to be the nephew of one of the Five who sat on the High Council. What most saw as justifiable homicide. Was ruled other than that. He received ten lashes. An was exiled for twenty years. That had only been a month ago. Since then, Keridan wandered for a while. Hunting for wild game, which he sold to Inns and finer Taverns. Then he got hired on to a trade caravan as a Guard. After the first Forward Scout had gotten himself killed blundering into a hidden spiked pit trap not far of the rode. He gained that position for the remaining five days of the journey . Which had arriving in the fairly small isolated fortress called 'The Keep on the Borderlands'. It stood at the southern edge of what now was a vast wilderness called the Dread Marches. Unfortunately, he had a falling-out with the Caravan Master. Who shorted him on the wages that he had been promised. Not giving him the extra pay he should have gotten. The trade caravan had departed that morning. Going back the way it came. Valornor now found himself at loose ends. Trying to figure out what he is going to do with himself.
GOAL & MOTIVE
Setting Details Worldview: The world is in steep decline, where Ancient Empires and vast, once-powerful kingdoms were destroyed nearly a millennium ago. Brought low by forces of evil Darkness. Though it seems some small cohort of heroic Fair Folk had survived long enough to have somehow eradicated any remaining Foul Folk command structure that had been there at the time. Now leaving only various factions of petty Warlords squabbling amongst themselves. Thus the world is vast, hostile, and mostly uncivilized. The few surviving settlements are small, self-sustaining “points of light” scattered across a dangerous landscape where ruins, dungeons, monster lairs, and perilous regions dominate. Remaining Civilization: Towns, villages, and strongholds are rare and often isolated. They may be under threat from local threats (goblins, brigands, undead) or larger evils (demonic cults, evil wizards). Adventure Focus: Most quests involve venturing into the ruin-strewn wilderness.
NEMESIS
Foul Folk
Free to recruit. Every detail stays editable afterwards.
Skills and Stats
ATTRIBUTES
Health
Agility
Strength
Reasoning
Willpower
Perception
SKILLS
Stealth
Survival
Athletics
Melee Combat
Ranged Combat
Animal Handling
GIFTS
Keen Senses
FAULTS
Oath of Vengeance
Inventory
Longbow w/ quiver of 30 arrows
Short sword
THE WORLD
LOCATIONS
In Spartage, the largest settlement/City-State known. He got hired on to a trade caravan as a Guard. For the little over two-week journey north to the distant 'The Keep on the Borderlands'. It was on their fourth day out that the Forward Scout they had hired had gotten himself killed, blundering into a hidden spiked pit trap not far of the road. After proving himself to be the best qualified for the position. Having been promised the extra wages for the increased risk. He held that position for the remaining ten days of the journey. Their destination was a fairly small isolated well-fortified settlement of no more then 250 souls. From the Lord Commander to the kitchen boy. The bastion stood at the southern edge of what now was a vast wilderness called the Dread Marches. Unfortunately, Valornor had a falling-out with the Caravan Master. Who shorted him on the wages that he had been promised. Not giving him the extra pay he should have gotten. The trade caravan had departed that morning. Going back the way it came. Valornor now found himself at loose ends. Trying to figure out what he is going to do with himself.
HISTORY & EVENTS