Danellosi (Good Hunting)!

I was born and raised in the forest North East of Yew. My sire is a Sylvan Elf and an expert archer as most Sylvan Elves are, and my dame is a Grey Elf and a healer and is well versed in the knowlege of herbs and the Mystic arts. When I grew out of early childhood, for my 100th birthday, my sire gave to me my first bow and I learned the ways of the Sylvan Elves. Practicing archery, bowcraft and fletching filled my days as a young Elfling. As I became proficient in these skills, my sire taught me the ways of the forest, battle tactics and how to blend in with my surroundings, so I became invisible to all, save those with a truely trained eye. As I passed into adolescence, my interests changed. The Mystic arts began to intrigue me. I decided, much to the disappointment of my sire, and the joy of my dame, to persue the knowlege of the Mystic arts. My dame taught me of herbs and powders (also known as reagents), where to find them and their uses. She instructed me in the healing arts and how to cast spells. This, I felt was my true calling. I have diligently practiced the Mystic arts, and continue to do so to this day.

When I reached adulthood, on my 200th birthday, I decided to leave the forest and see the world. I travelled throughout the land of Brittania, visiting it's various cities and islands. I found a strange and wonderfully diverse world. The land is filled with animals and monsters of a wide variety. The dungeons are a dangerous place to set foot and are filled with monsters and murderous individuals. The cities boast of shops, taverns, inns, and more, with vast multitudes of humans, both good and evil. So many beings there that it makes me yearn for the peace and tranquility of the forest. While in the capital city of Britain, I learned tailoring skills. I use this skill to make clothing which I sell to the tailors. This is the way I increase my resources, so I can buy reagents from the mage and alchemy shops. Without reagents, one cannot cast spells and the Mystic arts are nothing more than useless words and silly gestures.

While in Britain, I met an Elf lass of unbelievable beauty. Her name is Saar, and she is born of High Elf stock on both her sire's and dame's lineage. To my surprise and joy, she found me to be of interest, even though I have both Sylvan Elf and Grey Elf lineage. I married the lovely Saar, and my Lady and I reside in Yew, a lovely, quiet little town, North West of Britain, close to the forest where I was born. My Lady Saar is also an Elven Mage and a tailor. She is stronger than I in the Mystic Arts, as she has been trained since early youth, but I am working hard on improving my magery skills.

I am most content when I spend my time in the company of The Glamer Velt Elves, an Elven society that is based close to Yew. It is there that I find a place to meet my Elven brothers and sisters, and enjoy the company of fellow Elves, a necessity in a world populated with humans, orcs and other beings.

I have already surpassed my 470th year, and although I am ancient by most standards, I still have many a year left in this old Elven body. I am continually perfecting my magery and I am working hard on keeping myself fit, although I am not really very strong as most elves. I depend more on my intellegence, cunning and magery rather than strength. I enjoy hunting with other GlamerVelt elves. We meet as often as possible at the GlamerVelt tower and look to rid the forest of evil monsters, evil beings and to protect those that art weak. It is our elven responsibility to protect our home, the forest. For, we art the Light that shall vanquish the darkness. We art the True Elves! We art the GlamerVelt!

Well, that is my story so far. I hope, if thou art ever in Yew and happen to run into me, that thou wilt say "Hail" and spend some time exchanging tales of adventure with me. We can stop and have something to eat, or sit and play a game of draughts. I look forward to meeting you and hope thy days are filled with adventure.