Biography:

The Awakening

A lone high elf paladin strode peacefully in the forests surrounding Felwithe, unaware of a pair of hateful eyes watching carefully his every step, sizing up their competition. The chain mail of the knight chinked loudly with his strides, his sword casting a ray of light upon the gigantic trunks of the gigantic oaks. The trees stir, limbs move with a sound unlike the wind. The paladin glances up into the high branches, the noon sun blotted out by the broad leaves of the ancient trees. A voice breaks the silence.

"Cystane Lyv’mor. Long have I awaited to feat my eyes upon thy corrupt body," a dark voice calls, seemingly from all directions at once. The small animals scurry into their underground burrows, sensing the dread thick in the air. A sick feeling comes over the surprised and puzzled Liv’mor, not unlike the feeling of being overmatched, which has come even before he has seen his aggressor. Thoughts of fleeing from this scene dance in his head.

"Sh-Show your face, coward. L-Let me judge thine to be worthy of expending mine energy upon," Liv’mor offers in a quivering voice. Doubt creeps through his veins as his eyes dart about.

A voice calls from behind. "Surely thy holy one knows my name, but I may be able to forgive you for forgetting mine face, since it is though who hast thrown me into thy prison and kept me from sight for eight long years," spake the invisible one in common tongue.

Liv’mor spins around to find a thin wood elf crouched to the ground not fifteen paces away. The elf melted into the forest covered in a cloak that seemed to change colors with each passing leaf as it floated by.

"Ardun? Surely, you died in these very forests, hence your escape. You had no food, and the waters which flow in the streams is said to eat away at the very soul of the drinker. No one could survive these conditions, especially a pampered paladin such as thine," Liv’mor offered.

"It’s amazing what an elf can do when he is at his very end. As the Riverdalians say, ‘Nothing fights as fierce as a cornered halfling.’ Well, no halfling I, but surely a cornered elf," replied Ardun and disappeared in a rustle of leaves.

"What would you have of me?" spake Liv’mor bluntly as he looked around nervously to find his old "friend".

"Merely to finish what I had started so long ago. Give theirs that which they deserve. Thou deservest this," said the rogue and embedded his dagger quickly into Lyv’mor’s back.

The paladin screamed and whirled around, his broad sword long since unsheathed. Again, nothing to be seen but a pile of leaves.

"Why, Ardun, why? Have I not punished thee accordingly to thy crimes. Didst thou not steal from thy holy church? That is punishable by life imprisonment," a scared and bleeding Liv’mor shouted to the trees.

"I only took what was rightfully the people’s. They gave in the name of your God, and thine took in the name of thine pocketbook. With every coin dropped in the offering plate, a snicker came from the paladins."

Another thrash at Liv’mor came, this time in the shoulder, through the chain mail
like cloth., another cry at an attacker unseen.

"And thy take the money for thyself? Tis no greater sin than mine!"

"Fool! Not all have the black heart of a high elf paladin, for I gave the money back to those who needed it, the begging, the bleeding, the poor, the hungry," a harsh whisper came right in the ear of the paladin. "Now, go heal thy wounds in the safety of thy pretty temple, built with the hands of the people whose coins you stole in the name of your greedy God. Let these scars be a testament of my existence and my vow to right the wrongs thou hast committed."

Liv’mor lay bleeding in the dirt. Ardun appeared quick enough to spittle on the paladins’ holy shield and leave in a whirlwind of dust and leaves. With wink and a devious smile, he was gone.

The holy knight gathered his strength to return to his temple, the feeling of dread past, filled anew with the sense of hate.

Thus begins the reawakening of the high elf paladin, stripped of all powers and escaped into Kelethin, reemerging as a wood elf rogue, deftly adept at his mysterious agenda: to right the wrongs of the holy church of paladins...