Zynvas was originally a settler of Ker’nor, forced into war at a young age. He found himself within a military group known as The Wardens after his parents had been enslaved by the Mori'Quessir. Initially he fought, hoping that in time he would be able to bring back those who were so dear to him. Years had passed and nothing seemed to change, instead his heart hung heavy, not a single hint of his parents being found. After sixty years had passed, the drow saw no point within the conflict that spread, instead he felt hollow within. The great lands his parents were expecting here were little more than silk-woven lies printed over blood, sweat, and death. The Elf made a promise to himself that one day he would part away and make a life of his own, a life that he could be proud of, paying homage to his lost parents and the ancestors that came before them. The first chance that Zynvas got, he took. He set off on a voyage to Arcas upon the seas. After being exposed to the art of war, Zynvas had gained an almost obsession with the art of the blade. Once he reached those shores, he trained blacksmithing within the capital city of the humans, Helena. Now that he found himself settled in, he sought off to explore the new region, curious of the inhabitants that dwelled within.
