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Posted by Enari Nenlasse on Narie 03, 2003 at 05:42:12 am

Raised in a whore house. He mother was madam and he didn't know who his father was.
The "Working Girls" took care of him, and the patrons taught him. He became fond of a Rogue and idolized him. He decided to become one. Bad choice, he wasn't good at it. He got caught picking the pocket of a very
wealthy man and spent 10 years in prison. (not to good). When he was released he decided to join the army. Since he was naturedly ambidextrous, and love the woods he decided to be a Ranger. After 6 years of training he was assign to an elite special operations unit that scouted for the vanguard of the Army. During one of their missions his group was ambushed. Several fire blast hit them at once, he was blown back, hit his head on a rock and passed out. The next thing he remembers is being treated by a Cleric. It took him weeks to recover from burns and a fracture skull. The Cleric told him the war went badly. The kingdom had been lost and now all fighting was confined to hit and run attacks. The Cleric told him that they were hiding in the mountains. He said his Order had be going from battle field to battle field helping those they could. Here he met Warthane Quaan. The Warthane was a man(human) great strength and skill. He Face showed lines of age, as did he snow white hair, but his eyes where keen and sharp. He was skilled in the ways of war. He was highly skilled with all manner of weapons. Warthane Quaan became like the father he never had, and was last person he ever loved or trusted. Warthane Quaan was killed because a member of the group betrayed them, as were most of the Clerics. Enari fought off the attackers long enough for the reaming Clerics to escape. When he finally escape(barely) he decided not to make any more friends or trust anyone but himself. He now travels alone. He defends whatever woods he is in with determination and great skill. In the areas where he's been legends grow about a Ghost Slayer that protects the woods. All fear to bring harm to any tree, animal, brook, or stone in the woods where he is.The Dwarves call him Stone Friend, Elves call him The Mad Elf, and humans the Ghost Slayer. Evil creatures of all kinds in their various hideous languages Death Dealer.


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