A life-path fraught with peril can drive anyone over the edge - until you start speaking to spirits, God or .. gods in this case
He is 972 years old and has a wife. He congregates with any good creature and will help any one in need. He is a good black smith and can work with most meterials.
A brutal warrior of Justice, his own justice.
A heroic warrior who is not what he seems to be.
Lord Ziranith is descended from the first elf king Lord Wentinith. Leader of the elf population in Uni-mith.
You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.
Not everything apears to be what it is. Orcs were once elves at one time…
A flamboyant warrior with a knack for astounding his foes.
The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep.
At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do.
To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...