Dyne Ellessidil

Dyne Elessedil is dressed in his usual brown knee high boots, tan leggings, and an off white tunic. He has blond hair and brown eyes, his skin is a mix between pale and brown, making him somewhat naturally tan. Clearly, from the latter description, he is a mix of Dar Khelegur and Twathedilion. On both hips, hanging from his belt are two finely crafted slender, but strong swords, crafted by himself. And at his side is his long bow and arrows.

Long did I study the art of Blade Weavery, and it took me centuries to master the delicate dance of death. But when the Dragon, Terror of Terrors awoke, I was not qualified enough to join in the battle that would nearly wipe out all Blade Weavers. And so, Talamar and I were the only Blade Weavers still alive, and we did rejoice for we knew the art would still go on.

Then, when the Trueson came, I took my leave of the desecrated Elven cities,

ready to live in the wilderness, and begin my life as a Ranger. It was not long

after this had happened that we found the Jackal was our true father and my

services, for the first time, were called upon to attack the Centaurs.

And I did weep, for I respect the Centaurs above all other races, except for

ourselves. But I did go to court, ready to lend my hand as a Blade Weaver, and

an archer. Yet, I never truly fought the Centaurs, for they were a weak force

and didn't stand a chance against our grand Deathless Empire. And so I lived on

call for a short time, before the so-called 'All-Father' came to take us back to

In that short war, I gained my first fame, for I fought right alongside the King himself, watching his back until the moment when Thurin the Shaper took back the mighty sword Shadowbane, and slew our mighty King.

I then went back to my wilderness home, helping to heal the land that was so

badly hurt from our fierce war with the Gods. However, I was never comfortable

there, and it wasn't long before once again I was called to court, to join in

our military forces. I first met battle against the Giants, who were a weak

force, far to slow and agile to be a match against a Blade Weaver. After this,

I finally found a comfort just barely away from our great cities; a few hours

Dyne has survived for some time in the wilderness, through the War of Flame and Tears, and has now come to join House Gilliandor, to put Elven-kind back into it's rightful place.