OOC:
Just realized I never posted my character
Gwylihim
Class: Fighter 1 / Mage 1 *
Race: Elf
XP: 0/0
AC: 4
HP: 3/3
STR 13
+100 weight allowance, 1-2 open doors
INT 16
8th level spells, +5 languages: Goblin, Lizardman, Hobgoblin, Kobold, Orcish, Ogrish,
WIS 15
+1 save vs magic
DEX 16
+1 init & ranged, -2 AC
CON 8
60% system shock
CHA 13
+5% reaction adjustment
None recognize him now, but the elf was once a sorcerer of great power, and arrogance filled his heart. He sought lore that was lost and forbidden, until the day his hubris was finally answered. Within the decaying halls of Thel'Anoth waited a wraith who guarded it's old treasures jealously. Neither magic nor blade was enough to stop the creature, and his mithral mail was useless as pieces of his soul were torn out of him. He lay dying, a shadowy claw gripping his heart, his skin bleached to a corpse white; when suddenly the wraith relented. The killing blow quite literally in its grasp, it released and disappeared.
The elf crawled his way free. He was helpless, his power and magic stripped from him, but no more creatures challenged him as he left. Shame scorched him then, a sick ember burning in his gut. He could not return to his people, or even his name as the creature he had now become. He traveled to the lands of Men, calling himself Gwylihim, "Shattered One." Here, he hoped, he could rebuild what had been taken from him.
At quiet times, he reflects. Mercy is not a trait often known among the creatures of death. Why would such a being spare him? Did something else intercede on his behalf? At times, he fears that he might never find the answers; other times, he fears what it may mean if he does.