Vulcarsgrave and the Obsidian Tower
A half-elf Ranger that doesn't give a shit
To belong to the fey world of the elves, and yet be apart from your kin.
To others, my elven heritage is plain to see.
My abiding love for nature and the out of doors is as steadfast as my commitment to eliminate whatever humans impede my ability to carry out missions.
I wander the forests in the dark of the night, singing to the seas in the moonlight , searching for my true north. I often drift into a deep meditative state, in which I reconnected with my elfin heritage and channel my ancestral namesake NabaNo, high elf. In these brief moments of clarity, I am able to refocus and prepare myself for whatever this wild world has to offer.
My father once said to me, “Death is the only adventure you have left!” If only I could reverse the tryst between that wretched man and my sweet sweet mother.
The irascible nature of my father coupled with the sprightly virtues of my elfin mother coalesced to produce a stealthy ranger who has no qualms about offing a few humans in pursuit of whatever wealth and riches Vulcarsgrave has to offer.
I am learned in the lore of the elves, but sadly ignorant of humans.