Jdroppert

Sandor was born in Almaris, he did not live there nor grew up there but his mother was travelling with his father to sell supplies to the town, and so by chance he was born in that town. He was quicly taken back to their home village, Enuill, where he learned how to hunt, forage, farm and socialise. With no brothers or sisters growing up he became very independent, unlike most townsfolk who had many siblings. He quickly became the Village Elder and a respected leader amongst the townsfolk, for his valor in battle and his way of communicating with the common folk. But that respect dried out when he turned 25 years old and didn't protect the village folk who so desperatly needed him. On that day, Dark-Elven Raiders came to the town and pillaged everything. Since it was his birthday he did not expect such an attack and therefor let his guard down. The elves quickly took advantage of the situation, wether they were tipped or were just lucky, Sandor does not know. But these raiders weren't like any other he had seen in the past. They were swift yet strong, clumsy yet elegant. And no arrow of men could hit their skin, since they saw it coming from miles away. This impressed Sandor and he gained somewhat respect for the Elves, but that respect was overshadowed by a deep hatred, a hatred that turned to a deep silence. The laughing in Enuill has turned to whispers, the smiles to cries. And Sandors restfullness has turned to a deep restlessness. Nowadays Sandor travels from Norland to Haense, trading furs and food, trying to create riches so he might one day have enough money to create a warband and destroy his old nemesis. He recently heard of rumors, Humans who also hold a grudge against elves and want them banished from the lands, this... is good news for Sandor.

Sandor was born in Aegis, he did not live there nor grew up there but his mother was travelling with his father to sell supplies to the town, and so by chance he was born in that town. He was quicly taken back to their home village, Enuill, where he learned how to hunt, forage, farm and socialise. With no brothers or sisters growing up he became very independent, unlike most townsfolk who had many siblings. He quickly became the Village Elder and a respected leader amongst the townsfolk, for his valor in battle and his way of communicating with the common folk. But that respect dried out when he turned 25 years old and didn't protect the village folk who so desperatly needed him. On that day, Dark-Elven Raiders came to the town and pillaged everything. Since it was his birthday he did not expect such an attack and therefor let his guard down. The elves quickly took advantage of the situation, wether they were tipped or were just lucky, Sandor does not know. But these raiders weren't like any other he had seen in the past. They were swift yet strong, clumsy yet elegant. And no arrow of men could hit their skin, since they saw it coming from miles away. This impressed Sandor and he gained somewhat respect for the Elves, but that respect was overshadowed by a deep hatred, a hatred that turned to a deep silence. The laughing in Enuill has turned to whispers, the smiles to cries. And Sandors restfullness has turned to a deep restlessness. Nowadays Sandor travels from Norland to Haense, trading furs and food, trying to create riches so he might one day have enough money to create a warband and destroy his old nemesis. He recently heard of rumors, Humans who also hold a grudge against elves and want them banished from the lands, this... is good news for Sandor.