Rhovanion Gilderthorn

Wild Elf / Ranger/Bard

Submitted character story

Defining moment:
Why he will never sell the true story of where his face scar came from. The sound of spell cannons fills his ears, as he looks over the edge of the air ship, the ground thousands of feet below engulfed in fire and blood, hanging on by a single hand is his Beloved, Elara. Her eyes are flooded with fear as her grip begins to fade. Rhovanion dives to the edge and reaches desperately for her, her other hand comes up to grasp him, but she misses, and her nails rake across his face, and she falls. The pain is searing, but the pain is nothing compared to watching his true love plummet to her death, and not being able to do anything but stare deep into her eyes until she disappears into the madness of the battlefield.

Archetype: You're the The Witness Who Survived. He knows the difference between the story that keeps them warm and the one that keeps him awake.

Personality: Folkhero turned Warhero, Now a Storyteller