Feiviralashire The Elven
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Race: Elf
Height: 4"10
Hair: Dark and sliver tipped
Eye: Dark
Skin: Pale
Fighter 2/Ranger 17/Barbrian 1
Chaotic Good
STR: 20 DEX: 29 CON: 13 WIS: 17 INT: 16 CHA: 14
Feats: (7n 1f )Doge, Mobility, Spring Attack, Blind Fight, Disarm,
Improved Disarm,
Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes.
Skills: (35f 187r 7b 229)
Hide: 23, Move Silently 23, Listen 23, Spot 23, Use Rope 5, Climb 10,
Ride 10, Knowledge: Nature 10, Geography 10, Dungeoneering 5, Tumble
5x, Survival 15, Handel Animal 15, Search 10, Profession: Craft:
Mechanical Trap 10, Swim 5, Disable Device 5x, Jump 10, Heal 5. (229)
Favorite Enemies: Humanoid: Human, Elf, Orc, Magical Beast.
Animal Companions:
"Queyee"(Dire Hawk, male, bounded), "Sliver" (Light Horse,
female, tamed), "A Wolf Pack" (A medium sized pack in average of
eight, unnamed, acknowledged).
Equipment:
Ruby of Corellon (Amulet) +5 Will, +5 Concentration, +1 AB, +1 AC.
Elven Scimitar +1
Brand of Brotherhood +1 Universal Saves, when two or more none evil
Elves who ware another ring of this kind are within 10 feet, the
characters are treated as if though they have the feat, Aid Another.
The male Elf from the period of post Crown War, part of a military
squad member dedicated to serve the path of Corellon Larethian, The
Father of Elves. They are faithful to the blood that their Father has
shard for them, and aimed to protect all virtues of the Elven kind.
As when The Crown War begun, the politics changed, the out posted
squad lost their sponsor. Many members chosen to return home and take
a side of the civil war, but some held on to their original role,
hidden themselves in the surrounding area, protecting the Elven people
against their struggles. The group functions independently and outcast
themselves, their romantic belief were seen as lunatic, made them
targeted by other elves as well.
Their true standing were ambiguous to others, until a period of time
where evil armies became more active in their area, only then they
shown their true intent and purpose. The Elves have a strong tradition
in their value of bloodline; one of the earlier
ancestors in the line of, "Feivrine", a line of Moon Elves goes back
during this time, as one of the members of these outcasts named,
Feiviralashire. Once, an Orcish army was divided into small groups due
to the weather has changed in the forest, as the thick mists and trees
became a repetitive pattern that turned the surrounding into a maze.
It was said during that dark night, with only the tender glow of the
Moon, an Orcish Commander, a Champion of Gruumsh fled from the maze
into an open ground, filled with long and beautifully growth of golden
field of hay.
>From afar, there approached Feiviralashire, he crouched lowly, holding
his long Elven bow horizontally at aim. While hidden, Fei fired his
first shot into his target's tinge, a deep voice of pain was heard,
and he then speeded towards his gowning target. As he ran while
coughing low just below the soft hays, he fired two more shots on the
same
leg.
The Orcish Commander saw the incoming movement and drew blade into a
stance, prepared to meet the attacker. As the movement speeded towards
to the Orc just about within a striking distance, it stopped, but only
for a spilt of a second, there raised Feiviralashire, the long
disappeared outcast, the ex-military member, waving with his long and
lose black hair. The years as an outcast has changed him, from his
usual glowing armour, now only a suit of rough rugged leather that
patched around layers of lose clothing. Nevertheless, his neck carried
a red ruby, deep and glowing, representing the blood shard of his Lord
and all things that are Elven. The ruby was taken from his amour given
and blessed by his role in the Army under the name of Corellon.
So Feiviralashire stroked with his Elven Scimitar of the Military
standard, meeting the Orcish Commander face to face from surprise,
exchanging blows with fluid movement of sword works that taken
advantage of the immobility from the Commander.
The last blow of their exchange was a swift horizontal cut, stroked
from the Orc; but the Elf dived into the flow of this movement, down
and disappeared into the long hays.
Before the Orc had time to find the Elf, Feiviralashire rolled himself
around and behind the Orc, then, raised himself up close to his
target, placing his Elven scimitar from underneath the Orc's arm. He
then sliced the four fingers of the Orcish grip in a violin playing
movement, detaching the blade from his target.
The Orcish blade had little time to fall, as Fei catches it, he
brought the two blades pointing towards to the Orc, freezing any
possible movement.
The Orc was later burned into only what the wind could felt. But as
his army lost their leader, so has their will and morale. Later, a
large number of them were lost to a series of skirmish attacks from
the outcast Elves.
An so, many more battles has taken place and many more tales were told
about the outcasts, but the name of Feiviralashire was not mainly know
for the fighting, but for the aid and recovery in the re-establishment
of the Moon Elves during such grim period of time.
But every so often, a piece of his legend becomes tales among folk's
lore.