Neluril Kelin

Neluril Kelin

Standing slightly taller than normal for his kind, Neluril stands at 5' 9".
Stronger and more sturdy than average elves, He wieghs 185 lbs.
His eyes are the brightest emerald green.
He has long blonde hair neatly braided crownlike, to keep it out of his eyes.
He is young for his kind, being at 120 years of age.

Strength: 14 - Possessing a strength superior to most of his kin, he has a well built frame.
Dexterity: 16 - As nimble as all elves, his agility in combat and stealth are formidable.
Constitution: 14 - A remarkable endurance for distance running and combat, usually lacking in elves.
Intelligence: 10 - Having enough intelligence to learn quickly, he lacks the will to do so.
Wisdom: 14 - He is very wise for his age, allowing him to grasp nature and its magic easily.
Charisma: 10 - Although handsome in appearance, his battle scars across his face frighten most.


Born in the forest surrounding Wayrest, he was raised in the ways of nature.
His father a retired soldier of Wayrest taught him numerous battle tactics and several different weapon types.

At the age of 92, Neluril was on his way home from a hunting trip, only to find his home plundered and burned,
as well as his mother, Katarina Kelin, tortured, raped, then murdered, and his father, Selindar Kelin, gasping his last breaths.

His father gasped out "My....bow.....and blades...., my son....you must get them back......orcs, they cannot wield,
such power......you must......", Neluril cut him off vowing to search to the end of his days to retrieve his fathers weapons.
Hearing the vow and knowing his son to keep his word, a smile came across his face as he gasped one final breath.

After several hours spent burying his parents, and reflecting on his past with them, Neluril began looking for signs of direction that the raiding party left behind. Finding their tracks he confirmed his suspicion that they were heading to Wayrest. Gathering up his gear, he then set off after them.

Knowing that the raiding party consisted of mostly orcs, and few hobgoblins, he had to be cautious, using all his skill he learned from his father to move unseen, and without a sound. When he was no more than a mile away from the elven outpost, he stopped suddenly, as the tracks took on a different direction. He scoured the area, searching the distance towards Wayrest with his keen eyes. His vision settled on a Garrison of elves, it appeared that whatever attack that had been planned against the elven outpost had been waylayed.

Sprinting towards the garrison, he waved a hand in the air signaling himself as a friend, and just as luck would have it, the leader just happened to be Faryn'thyr, an officer that served under Neluril's father and close friend to the family. With as much haste as possible Neluril explained what happened, then questioned if they had noticed a raiding party that veered off during the battle.

Faryn'thyr replied "Aye, we saw them turn away, but we were ordered to only stop the attack, and not to press forward, had i known what had transpired i would have followed them", his face took on a stern look, " Neluril, ye are not enlisted as a soldier, ye could track them, but remember, a party that size ye cannot take on alone, and alas i cannot disobey orders.
However, my advice to ye is this, orcs always have a den, a place to hide and store their treasure, ye could track them to their den, Then ye could travel to Dagger Falls, there are some free spirits there that could help ye. Make some friends, then ask them for aid in this matter."

"That is all i can offer ye my friend, ye should make haste, before the tracks grow cold. Be safe Neluril of the House Kelin, and may Sehanine bless ye."
With that they exchanged nods of respect, and parted ways.

Moving with incredible speed, Neluril tracked the orcs and hobgoblins for several hours before realizing that he was gaining closer on them. Slipping into edge of the forest, using it as cover, he began scanning the distance. His eyes glazed over with rage as he spotted his quarry. Sneaking up closer he began to take notice of each individual orc and hobgoblin, his eyes coming to rest on one Very large orc, who was obviously the leader. His rage searing his thoughts as he also glimsped his fathers weapons tied to a pack on the orcs back.

Unable to contain himself, he quietly removed his bow from his shoulder, nocking an arrow, he crept into range, not making a sound. Once he arrived at the right distance he took aim on the leader. He let his arrow fly then ducked back in the shadows, allowing him to still glimpse the brute of an orc.
The arrow struck true, piercing the back of the orc, and the tip piercing through the chest. With a smile he waited for the orc to drop, for surely that shot was lethal. But after several seconds, the orc still had not fell, Neluril's smile waivered, and the orc simply spun around looking for the assailant. Ducking further into the shadows, he watched intently, ready to sprint off through the trees at any sign of his detection. The orc however, did not spot him, and he simply reached up with one hand and snapped the arrow tip off, then motioned for a smaller orc to pull the shaft from his back, after this was done he glanced behind him once more, an enormous smile forming on his face, he motioned for the party to enter the den just ahead. As the large orc, being the last to reach the entrance, turned offering one more glance, he bellowed a roar of laughter as if to mock the unseen assailant, then casually walked inside the cave.

Remembering the words of his friend Faryn'thyr, Neluril took his advice heading towards Dagger Falls to seek friends and companions to help him regain his family weapons, and ofcourse his revenge.

Making a quick stop back at his now destroyed home, he called out into the trees for his longtime friend, Nercane, a large dire wolf, that he had tamed years ago, with his training as a ranger. Together they paid their respects for Neluril's parents, then set out for Dagger Falls. As they travelled towards Dagger Falls, Neluril drew a map with the exact location of the orc den, and tucked it away in his pack. {to be continued....}