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Lord Ziranith

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Lord Ziranith is descended from the first elf king Lord Wentinith.  Leader of the elf population in Uni-mith.

Special Equipment:

When ready for war, he wears his ridged and randomly se spiked armor, his helm bears the angel wings and carries the magic broad scimitar, Ouvulailio, meaning faith wing

Appearance:

He is strong and tall, firmly built, he carries the characteristiques of an elf, though he is a high elf and has darker hair.

Background:

Lord Ziranith was only a lad when the invasion had started.
On on unusually cold summer night, Ziranith struggled and squirmed in his bed, though he could not sleep.  He got out of his bed, the palace seemed eerie in the night as he left his room and made for the balcony.  Outside, he looked up at the stars, he loved looking at the heavens, he thought should one look long enough at the sky, he would meet the gods.  Then, it came or should I say they came, over fiftly burning balls.  At first Ziranith thought they were shooting stars, though as his excitedment grew, it quickly faded, in the light of the burning rocks that flew towards the palace, Ziranith saw them.  Thousands of orcs and ogres, woarg riders and troll mauraders, large catapults, the sources of the flying hell balls.  The tower guard gave call as the monsters charged into their realm.  the warriors of unimith, were indeed powerful, though they were hopelessly outnumberedin the battle.  Ziranith was grabbed roughly by the arm, he turned to see a soldier, an elven soldier.  Without aying anything, he was wisked off by this misterious warrior,  outside.  Three score of cavalry stood awaiting.  "Where is my father?" demanded Ziranith angrily.  "I have orders of the king." said the soldier that had brought him here.  "This company is to escort you to Haléfas, you will be in the hands of your uncle Valanair."  With that, the uni-mithian cavalry along with twelve warriors, two guardsmen and over a hundred and fifty civilians fled into the night led by Valanair.  The battle at home was lost, the dead included Ziraniths own father. Now Ziranith has sworn revenge on the monsters of Undengrolk, the culprits of this treachery.    

Roleplaying Notes:

He will be more than willing to aid you in attacking Undengrolk.  His expertise in horse back and fighting techniques are greatly admired.



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CaptainPenguin
December 1, 2003, 13:01
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You're getting better. This one is much better than any of your other characters.
Barbarian Horde
December 2, 2003, 12:32
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I don't konw of that is a compliment or not.
CaptainPenguin
December 4, 2003, 13:45
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It is.
elfkin
December 9, 2003, 16:06
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Oh, good, thank you.
Voted valadaar
January 19, 2007, 14:50
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Needs some more polish I think. There are punctuation and spelling errors that need cleaned up.

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