Trivanus
Dragon Extraordinaire
Ravenholt would be a place I would want to forget if not for Trivanus. Granted, he only spoke to me for about 2 minutes, but he had a way of making even the Maiden stop and take note. Maybe it was because he walked seemingly unfazed through a lynch mob just to meet me, or maybe it was the way his eyes pierced the shadow of his hood when he glanced up. Either way, he had my attention. I admit that after all the drama of that first meeting, I was most upset I did not get a Valentine from Trivanus. We talked about this though, and his reason was that he thought I was dead. Death is not an excuse for someone like me. He said he would make it up to me though. Something about going back in time I think. We'll see. He's blind, but don't let that fool you. I think he sees better then I do. That might not be saying much since I can't even see well in the dark, but and he seems to be able to see all sorts of things that most people never do. Kinda neat and creepy all at the same time.
Dragons always keep a horde, don't they? I wonder what his consists of. Women probably. I'll have to ask.
"There are those who will wear bright armor and take the
field of battle. There are those who will seal the gates and protect
the walls. And there are those who will take to the shadowy places, the
very spawning grounds of the wickedness we fight, and watch for the
most insidious of foes. If this last task is done, and done well, the
walls will go unscaled and the army will go unharried. If this last
task is done, it will seem as if the task has not been done at all.
Those who walk the shadows must tread a dangerous but a necessary
path. Not all of us are Champions of the Light. Be thankful for it."
Race:
Elf
Age:
I'm guessing around 600
Height:
6'
Mistress:
Not me...yet