Wood Elf Druid
To enter adulthood, clansmen of the Silver-Moon Druids must survive fifty years exiled in the wilds without Circle contact, a quest ordained by their diety Balinor. After forty-nine years, Thorn El’raun had adjusted rather well surviving on the bounty of the land, befriending woodland creatures, and studying the natural cycles of the world – until the nightmares began.
The dreams started on the first day of winter. A flash of a black wolf between trees, then two wolves slinking around the village as howls echoed in the distance, finally a pack running through the streets muzzles dripping with blood. But something darker existed on the edges of his unconscious, an evil presence who lingered in his thoughts throughout his final restless days of exile.
The winter succumbed to spring and Thorne began the ominous journey home. After a month of travel, Thorne descended the mountain path to his village. Wolf tracks covered the ground and the pungent traces of black magic filled his senses. The village lay in ruins: buildings burnt, the temple desecrated, and the corpses of his partially eaten clansmen strewn across the landscape. Thorne buried the dead and burned the last vestiges of the village in silence.
He meditated when the grim work was done asking Balinor for guidance. The God sent only a single response, “Merylsward.” Thorne departed the next morning for the city with the thoughts of wolves lingering in his mind.