Elaxalim Thaeral, of Dusk Circle

You are Elaxalim Thaeral, son of Shala Thaeral – voice of the Druidic Dusk Circle of Wood Elves and effectively her second-in-command. Though she had not taken a husband for two and a half centuries of her life, she recently married her husband – your father – Keadan Thaeral, following a recent wave of Elven migrants (more refugees, really) who made their way to the Westwood Forest.

Your people dwelt in what people the uncivilised North of Faerûn, a cold and often inhospitable landscape where few bastions of civilisation endure and where monsters teem like rabbit nests. Even among Elves, your people are few, confined to Westwood and Rilithar as they build their new homes.

Wood Elves are a naturally reclusive and secluded people, preferring secluded reserves of nature to bustling cities and towns of stone and wood, living in harmony with their surroundings. Your tribe was no different, though Dusk Circle often dealt with outsiders.

Sixty years it had been since your father’s marriage to Shala, and these sixty years you spent learning the arts of the Druid and the Hunter, honing your talents in magic, swordsmanship and archery, and in the arts of leadership in the event your mother died.

And now, at sixty years of age (less than forty years until maturity by Elven standards), you stood ready to perform your duties and tasks for the small nation of Dusk Circle.

You went into the Druid’s Hall, the seat of government of Dusk Circle, where your mother Shala and the council of five Archdruids gathered around a round table of oaken wood entangled with vines, a map of the surrounding regions laid out upon it.

“Ah, son. You’re just in time,” Said Shala.

Shala Thaeral, a beautiful matronly woman of three centuries, bore bright chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, her form a slender figure toned with centuries of exercise. Garbed in light armour and pelts of fur, she was both a beautiful and dangerous woman with her staff and sword.

“You said it was urgent, mother,” You said, “What’s the matter?”

“The Town of Red Larch was attacked by monsters,” Said Shala, “It was recently attacked by monsters foraying afar, along with other neighbouring towns.”

“Monsters?” You asked, “Where were they last seen?”

“Returning to the Horn Hills, where they are no doubt thriving off the spoils of war,” Said Shala, “You are to go and lead an expedition of troops alongside some mercenaries hired by our friends and march there, put an end to the monster menace there.”

“But I have hardly led troops before, mother,” You state, “I’m not one suited to lead in battle.”

“Which is why you will be supported by our Marshal Carberos,” Said Shala, “It is also time for you to be tested in battle, son. Neither I nor Keadan can look after you forever.”

It was a truth you accepted with a **** nod.

“Then we should not delay any longer,” You said, “Goodbye, mother. I shall return victorious.”

“And I shall be waiting, son,” Said Shala with a smile.