Full Name: Daralith Dal'Mar
Age: 81
Class(es): Wizard (going to be a straight wizard)
Race:Elf
Subrace
row
Alignment: N
Deity: Baraeon Ca'Duz
Domains (if cleric): N/A
Short Bio / Description:
Daralith stands 4'10". He is slim in build with sharp features. His fingers are long, slender, delicate, and typical of one who excels in the arcane arts. Drow are naturally beautiful as a race, but Daralith stands out among his brethren. Daralith is highly intelligent, even for a Drow. While his ability to grasp knowledge and out think his adversaries is a strong point, his quick tongue has always been his down fall among his female peers. Daralith has no patience for ignorance, unless of course the person's usefulness far out weights their ignorance. Quite often Daralith's quick responses (especially his smart , but intelligent, remarks) to questions he finds to be obvious have won him the backhand of his Matron and sisters.
Daralith's family understands his value and puts up with him, it has always been other females who tend to hate him, but usually over look his "flaws" due to his attractiveness. Were it not for Daralith's looks and charisma, his quick tongue would have killed him at the hands of some female out to prove her point...err put him in his place where all males belong.
Daralith obsessively maintains his appearance and dresses in fine silk robes. Daralith finds himself above manual labor and goes out of his way, sometimes working harder than if he would have done the chore in the first place, to coerce others to do the work for him.
Since birth there were no doubts to the path Daralith would walk and his destine road for power within his city and the school of wizards. Daralith excelled from day one at the School of Wizards and graduated among the top of his class. He was even accepted as an apprentice instructor after his 80th year.
Daralith had been an apprentice instructor for a few months when he learned of a coming attack upon his house by a far superior Noble House. Daralith had learned of the coming attack from the bed of one of the Noble daughters, who favored his looks and those long slender fingers of his. Daralith had always prided himself on his ability to seduce a female, especially given the nature of females who believe they are far superior to their male counterparts. Daralith’s first response was to warn his family and Matron in hopes that his house could some how overcome the overwhelming odds and actually win. However being more intelligent than prideful, he saw no way for his house to survive the attack, outside of some miracle from Vierdri’ira, who he wasn’t going to waste his time praying too.
Instead Daralith looked to Baraeon Ca'Duz for guidance and his answer was obvious. Flee. Run now, before the seduced female decided to kill him for the knowledge she had flaunted at him out of lust, or his house was destroyed. Daralith collected every debt he was owed and gathered all his resources. Daralith went to a male wizard who ran a large portion of the Bazaar, a Drow who Daralith had dealt with in the past. This Drow had the power to aid him. Daralith paid a small fortune and stepped into the portal to send him to a free trade city in the underdark. A city rumored to be run by males who worshiped Baraeon Ca’Duz. What a fairytale among young Drow males if there ever were such things...
The pain was excruciating. Without his sight Daralith felt puny and defenseless. Daralith tried to shield his eyes from the horrible blinding death, which he could only imagine to be the cursed Sun. Daralith could hear laughter in the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was coming from the Drow, who by nature had double crossed him, or his own thoughts laughing at him for being so stupid to trust a Drow. Never trust a Drow. Rule number one. This caused Daralith to wonder if he had actually seduced that female, or if she had played him a fool. Either way, Daralith could not see a thing and knew he had to get out of the wretched sun before it burned his eyes from their very sockets when he heard another voice in his head drowning out the laughing. The voice was crude and heavily accented. Daralith was barely able mark it as common, with the pain his eyes and head was in, the language spoken by the lesser surface races.
“Don’t see many of your kind around here little one. Friend or foe? You only get one answer”, came the crude voice from a distance above Daralith.
Taking note of his predicament, but unable to not state the obvious, “In my state, even if I were a foe, I’d hardly be an adequate one. Wouldn’t you say...oh how did you put it so eloquently...big one?”
“That didn’t answer my question”, came the voice again. Daralith was beyond frustration and was beginning to think the portal had completely disoriented his sense of up and down. He was certain that he sensed the creature speaking to him standing before him, yet his voice seemed to come from above him, as if the creature were about 10 feet tall.
Trying his best to see who he was speaking too through the blinding light, and at the same time having trouble using a word for the very first time in his life, a word he wasn’t sure he even knew the true meaning of, Daralith replied, “Friend”.
“Well good enough for now, we’ll have to see about that, but good enough. Now you seem to be having a difficult time seeing and I’m guessing you just arrived seeing how you weren’t standing there a few seconds ago. Why don’t you come over here where there is a bit of shade, oh and let me be the first to welcome you too these parts of Layonara. I am Mothkar, Mothkar the Cunning in some parts...
Rage almost overcame Daralith. Barely able to control his anger, Daralith stumbled for the words, “Where do you say?”
“Layonara, welcome to Layonara is what I said....”
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