Drac Ak' Neb

[Nebultuant]

Drac Ak' Neb or Dracusoniru Ackanos Nebultuant:
Description:  5' tall, average weight for an elf, usually alwasy covered head to toe in a cloak, long silver hair with hint of blue, deep blue eyes, heavily armed, with a horse IG that carries most of the weapons and supplies,
Main weapons:  Long and Short Swords; Calladvoke and Eldron
bows long, short, and composite
few daggers
Drac was stopped playing IG Thardferr at level 8 (stopped playing when the format I used became a paying site, been to long) I believe with a crazy group that had bad life span except for Drac and a few other characters

BIO:  
Drac at the age of 130-135 at present and an elven ranger was born into the family Nebultuant that was a bit famous for their winery and their gardens.   Drac spent his first 30 years of life as the average elevn child doing what his parents and family told him.  It ended up being mosly working in the garden and the vines.  His most peaceful and best years if one were to be kind enough to ask him.   It is also the most boring part and I will not go into his familes names, since I really have not had the time to remember what I called them or time enough to make up new ones, sorry.  Drac was soon greeted with the grave news that his father had been struck by a poison arrow and was soon to die.  The poison worked slowly draining the life away from his father until he finally died in the arms of Drac's mother.  For how drac got the news was from his father of course.  It was a rutine patrol on the elven/outland-barren wasteland and so the poison was that of the hobgoblin and no magic or potion was given in time to stop it.  No healing potion could resist the effects and so in theend it only delayed his death long enough that all were put back into order and things between him and the Nebultuant family settled.  The arrangements were made but Drac had disappeared into the woods.  It was this night when his father returned that sparked the change in Drac that makes him older then his years show.  He saw a vision of him at this particular tree outside his hometown of Magmaville.  He tree he knew all to well for it was the oddest tree and the only one of its kind for many miles, in fact the nearets one is outside Navelorn, or was until they were destroyed from the flames that choked the lives out of them, and then burnt them to smuldering ruins.  In this vision he saw another, a girl, slightly older then he was perhaps in her early 60s or late 50s (she was in fact a little older then that) as this vision continued they were met by a third elf, this one much older and in fact this one was skilled as a ranger relaying on her bow for survival, that Drac uses today.  The vision conitnued to times a happiness and times of hardship but both had this girl at his side.  Her name was Saoria Akarus of Magmaville.  She lived on the other side of the city, they knew each other only briefly, but know he would know her better.  He did not realize who it was until that night and it took a few days longer to piece where he knew her from and how.  Times of peace made him slow.  
As it were Drac ran away to this tree and fulfilled the vision.  It was the first of a constant supply of annoyances and life savers.  The aged ranger that meet him was only around 300 years and had seen her time and action and only knew to be here because the birds had told her and her companions of two elves that needed their guidance to help the future of Edilar.  A vision Drac is tired of seeing because of the blood-shed involved in them.  It is a terrible vision in which even less of the remianing elves remain.  Or at least that is the majority of them have been.  To continue Saoria and Drac were number 7 and 8 in this group...for numerical purpose.  They were trained by 6 individuals that lived to together and fought together and later died together, all rangers and all very different in their craft.  One an expert with a bow, twin swords, a single two-handed blade, herbs and horseback fighting, and the last was the oldest and strongest of them that was overall great at everything it seemed.  Drac enjoyed their companion very much.  Here he lived and trianed sending word home now and then gathering information on his family and the politics at home.  Just to get away from his training for a little while.  When in fact it was training of another sort.  Here he had one very violent and very true vision in which he saw his home go up in flames.  The total Destruction of Magmaville, the time of this vision 6 monthes before the Third Mage War started.  He returned home with haste only to find it still remaining.  Their he stayed for a few monthes before he left to return his training only to hear the sound of death in his direction.  Quickly he hurried fearing the worst only to stumble back to a smoldering ruin of his home.  The bodies of six elves or the parts were scattered everywhere.  The only one he was not centain of was he beloved Saoria.  She was kidnapped by her cousin, who was very old at this time being born before Thardferr's offical first year.  Still his cousin never-the-less.  Anyways, to sum this up.  
3rd Mage War:  Drac searched for a relief and revenge taking it out on the Syth forces killing anything with rage and swiftness.  He joined the Emperor's Forces and then killed more as a scout sometimes enguaging in combat before he would report back.  He had reasons if he were caught or found fighting.  This happened little and infrequently.  After this he was returning home when he conviced himself it was not the time to return and went to the gnomes and helped those in need.  His only payment was their craftsmanship, housing, and food.  His cloak was adapted into gnomish design and many things were placed inside it.  Making it heavier but nessicery.  After 6 years of this Drac heard of Edilar's Closure and the reason and set off to return home.  Where he was forced back twice before meeting up with another group of wanderers.  Lead by a Paladin named Drenth Devonshire and later another named Omonin (i think).  Here he found much happiness and his swords found more killing.  It was a fun time for him to forget the troubles of his homeland and his past.  Visions plagued him through out this journey, the only thing that forced him to remember his past.  That and the hatred he faced from one known as Daphnine.  A thief that hated elves and mages for the wars they brought to the humans and for killing her parents.  He then successfully returned home the third time fighting his way and then joining the liberation army, and learning of the destrcution.  He did not flee this time, instead he remained here to help rebuild his city with a handful of other elves that always feared death from the remians of the forces they had just scattered.  It is here he learned the elven heros for the first time and truely missed being in on the action at home.  It is safe to say he would probably have lived through it but he would have changed forever, wanting the blood of his enemies and their heads upon pikes, for this he is glad he joined the barbaric humans for a time and the dwarf and halfling that accompied them.  It is here he learned of the fate Saoria had suffered and set out to find her and make peace with her once again.  He was over a hundred at this time.  It only took a few days to find her after years of seperation.  When peace was at hand it was forced back at him forcing him to leave Edilar once again.  This being the next IG thardferr Drac joined, only under the alias of Draous Zxelar.  For somebody might have heard of him seeing how he was honored for defending and Safing Walnuttown from an invading horde of undead.  It was tricky and he suffered a terrible wound in that conflict that still plagues him from time to time when the right people are around it seems.  He knows not why but he is always happy when that happens.  In any affect, he joined a crazy group in Ruch, with another elf and this name a human ranger as well.  He was happy to see another elf outside the realm but found little time to talk as coflict seemed to be constant.  It is here that he begins to hate his discusion of leaving and joining what his vision had told him to do.  The consequences were to great to ignore and so at his first chance he split barely with his life, and tried to convince his friends to do the same, but if it worked he can only help.  Drac slipped into the night and simply survived through Ruch and return to the injuried and scarred Edilar.
It is here that he is now, only leaving for Coopersville Forge and for reasons he keeps to himself, and to his companion Saoria Akarus Nebultuant.

[Nebultuant]

Ethan Whiske:  

Description:  6' in height, around 200 lbs mostly muscle, brown eyes, medium length - brown hair with signs of early greying, very handsome (paladin), shows signs of great wear

Ethan grew up in a family of hate and constant fighting.  He even witnissed his mother being slain by his father.  Then his father geing executed by the local magistrate for his crimes.  His fathers hands were still stained with her blood when they caught him.  His brothers and sisters where cruel and unforgiven.  He spent his childhood hiding it seems like when he recalls it, if one considers that he had a childhood.  As soon as he could wield a sword, and that is another long drawn out story of him and a man that saved him from his family and taught him how to use a sword only if he needed to wield it.  Ethan at first did not gather this concept, it to much kindness, something he has not seen for him to understand.  With the death of his master to the hands of his siblings Ethan vowed revenge has he was thrown into the sewer to suffer as they had suffered at the hands of their father, he did not do this but they were more creative and more ruthless.  

For weeks he survived down there, weeks that would have killed his siblings.  The thoughts of revenge kept him a hollow shell but he also kept him alive.  Then one week started, Ethan lost all track of time they came down to gether him and see if he had what it took to be in the family...but all they found were traps for rodents.  Very inventive traps.  One of the siblings found that out the hard way.  Cursing at him, they left cursing him to remain in the sewers for all eternity.  Little did they know he had slipped out during the choas and was waiting for them on the surface.  He waited till they tried to leave the sewers in which he was cast into for untold days and nights.  Then the image of his master came back and he could not trap them, he simply left.  His siblings knew he had escaped they were not stupid.  But they did not follow the trail he left.  They were going to make a sport of this.

A good thing for Ethan he left the town forever that day seeking to flee revenge.  For he did return to the city of his birth then he would find it impossible to resist destroy his family one at a time.  He does not wish to kill he only wishes to prevent the same thing from happening to him to others.  He does not like to kill but has been known to do so from time to time, and regrets it afterwards.  Life is most sacred to him, espically the childhood he never had...

[Nebultuant]

Itheraon:

Where:  Going to be used primarily on the Role-Playing Boards, might make him into a character if I find a DM/thardferr goes 3-3.5e
Bio:  Over 7', human, 350lbs, blonde hair though dyed black or brown, greenish-blueish eyes, other then that noting odd about him.

History:  Hails from northern Tuth from a solitary family that moved there from the first Syth war when their family showed up for the first time in any documents.  They are nomadic peoples and on the verge of exstinction.  
Itheraon somes up the term barbarian in looks but not so much his typical actions.  He has been taught to read and write, like most.  He only speaks bad common when drunk, and that happens every now and then.  He advantures for profit and for pleasure.  He shifts from being a merc to scout to tracker/bounty hunter.  He actually sometimes perfers the company of orcs to humans finding them to be more honest and more warrior like.  He gained an orc friend during his travels but has lost track over time.  Now he simply travels Northern Thardferr, never venturing to Khardfee and rarely to Aldred, and just as rarely to Edilar.  He has little business in Edilar or Aldred except when the money is right.  Which is usually never.  Anyways, Itheraon is armed with his favored two-handed sword/claymore and a pair of smaller swords which he either carries at his sides or on his horse, depending on the situation of course.  He finds bows to be more or else only for hunting and never for war.  He dislikes killing from a distance, finding it more or less dishonorable.  Also, in the terms of magic he does also find it dishonorable unless they are the type to get into the thick of the action.  Other then that he is just human that is trying to make a living and survive.  Never lingering unless he has to, and never trying to make enemies because life is to short to make enemies.

[Nebultuant]

Yorgreaz aka Yaggnock
Description:  Slightly over 5', red eyes, little hair, greenish-brown skin, typical orc with multiple tattoes and war-wounds
Main Weapons:  Short Sword, Spear, Light Bow(short)
Other Equipment:  Rations to last twp-three months, firestarters, blow-darts for hunting, strong oak shield painted black with tar and covered with leaves and dirt, hide armor with some metal strips in it but not enough to mess around with the AC rating.

Brief History:
Was known as Yaggnock throughout his life in Ruch until he was discovered by a unlikely source who valued his skills and bravery.  Telling him that he needed a strong arm to do some missions for him and in return he will help him gain status in Ruch and then back him once he was in power.  A way to tie together two nations that has never been more then desperate friends when they are nice to each other.  It took many discussions before the two finalized their terms.  In the end Yaggnock's name was changed to Yorgreaz or code name if he ran into others of his employeers service or just because the employeer like the name more.  Yaggnock cared not what he was called and set out to preform those missions.  

After completeing his first mission he came back and found his boss slain and the country in which he came different then before.  Much death had taken place and so his journey away from the bitter land became a fight of life and death as it so naturally does.  Yorgreaz is now out of his country, realm and in the unknown waters once again with no friends to help him and nothing to aid him.  He is by himself totally for the first time, and he enjoys it greatly.