Elarios Amanodel

Name, race, and class:
Elarios Amanodel, N Elf, 5th level Ranger

Description:
Elarios is an Elf who stands a little taller than average at 5'2". He fills out his frame at a hefty (for an Elf) 120lbs. His bright green eyes would give him an almost innocent appearance, were it not for his dour countenance. At 210 years he is not into his middle years, but he is no longer a young lad and has seen his share of the world. He wears the Elven mark for 'shame' over the left half of his face and refuses to ever meet another Elf's gaze eye to eye.

Background:
Elarios does not give his family name freely and even then refuses to claim any right to it. Raised in the deep forests, he is more at home among the trees then he will ever be under a crafted roof. A hunter and scout for his village, Elarios would search for game or patrol for Orc and other threats, often remaining away from home for many days.

On one patrol, late in the day, Elarios found and followed boot tracks to a small camp of 4 orcs. Circling the camp he found an elf body as well. Not knowing if he was alive or dead, but unwilling to leave him for orc food, Elarios attacked and was amazed how easily he dispatched the orcs. They moved like they were in a daze and never came close to landing a blow. The elf wasn't breathing and Elarios couldn't revive him. He lashed together a quick litter and drug the elf back to the village.

The elf was a trap. He had been captured and slain days before. The orcs had been unable to ever raid the elven settlement because of powerful wards that kept any but a pure blood elf from ever finding it. Their orc shaman had managed to craft a talisman that he buried inside the elf. Using necromancy he sealed the wound and preserved the body. The talisman was like a beacon and even past the town's wards the shaman would sense it flawlessly. He then had 4 orcs set to guard the body inside the woods. He poisoned their wineskins so they would fall easily. The elves that rescued the "victim" had to win.

The orcs attacked that night. As soon as the talisman started to move the shaman called his orcs to war. The village trusted it's wards. There were few scouts and the orcs were not moving slowly. They crashed into the village in the dead of night. It was a slaughter. Elarios woke to find his home on fire and part of the wall collapsed on him as he tried to escape.

Elarios came too halfway through the next day. It took him until evening to dig his way free of the rubble. The moonlight hid none of the wreckage from his elven vision. Everything was destroyed. His path through the town was a blur of sorrow, but when he came to the heart tree at the towns center the sorrow turned to horror.

The elf Elarios had brought back to town was nailed up to the tree with iron spikes. He hung there mockingly. The job complete, the shaman had released the wards protecting the body from the wretched talisman. The dark magic of the idol had burned through the side of the elf and sat there in his stomach, glowing evilly. It's magic, combined with elf blood, had polluted the heart tree and it was already dieing.

Elarios could not cope with what he saw. He fled the village into the night. He barely survived the next month in the woods, just stumbling about, eating what fruits and berries he passed, but making no effort to provide for himself as he normally would.

With time Elarios came back to himself. He was full of hate for the orcs, but also for what he had done to his friends and family. The elven ritual for exile hasn't been done for at least a thousand years and even then it was nearly unheard of. Elarios did not have any elders left to judge him. He didn't have a lore master to carve the rune on his cheek with spells. Instead he entered a human town and traded some animal skins to have a human tattoo artist ink it in place. Since then he's hunted in the woods and mountains for any orc he can find. His choice targets are their clerics and shaman and he will go days without food for just one chance to place an arrow in their skulls.

Goals:
Vengeance.