Daeven

  Daeven's Father, Lorindel, was once a member of the high council of Felwithe. He was a cleric, and very respected throughout the community.

  One dark evening, a young high-elf boy came and fetched Lorindel. Someone had found a wounded woman in the woods. Being a cleric of the highest order, and dedicated to Tunare, he rushed out to help.

  Upon arriving at the hut where the boy lived he saw her, Xiazalyne, a dark-elven shadowknight. Not even considering her race, or chosen profession, he began to tend her wounds. A few minutes passed and the Felwithian high-council arrived on the scene, alerted by people unknown.

  They were shocked that a respected high-elven cleric, a member of the high-council even, would tend to one of such evil. They forbade him to tend her wounds further, and to let the will of Tunare decide her future.

  Lorindel argued to no avail, and the final decision of the high-council was to let this woman live or die on the whim of Tunare. He knew, from the tending that he had done that she would not last another hour without more healing, but his hands were tied. And within the hour Xiazalyne died of her wounds.

  Burdened with his guilt, Lorindel returned to his home.  But his mind would not rest, and he knew what must be done to make things right.

  He quickly gathered some of his equipment and snuck out of the city once more.  He made his way to where they had left the body to be eaten by the animals and carried Xiazalyne's body to a small grove he knew.  There he began the preparations for the Ressurection ceremony.

  He worked quickly for fear of being found out and after but a few minutes of meditating he began to cast the life giving spell. Just as he finished his casting he saw the forms step forth from the treeline.  It was the high-council members.

  One of them stepped forward with a dagger in his hand, readying to slay the dark-elf while she was weak from the ressurection.

  Lorindel stepped between them, telling them if they wanted to kill her, they would have to kill him first.  This brought a pause, as they considered this, but, in the end, decided that the evil was to great to let one man endanger all of Felwithe. He would die also.

  A sword crept passed Lorindel's shoulder and the council members stepped back. For even in her weakened state, the shadow-knight was more than a match for all of the clergymen and politicians of the council. They retreated back into the woods quickly but not before calling out Lorindel's banishment from the City of Felwithe, his home and birthplace.

  Well, Lorindel and Xiazalyne traveled forth together, and soon fell in love. They were married, and settled in a small community in the West commonlands.

  Not long after they had a son, Daeven.

  Growing up amongst much prejudice and hate for the interracial marriage of hi parents, he swore he would never judge any person by thier race.

  He grew up very isolated, and rarely interacted with the other people who resided in the West Commonlands.

  He took after his father, and began training in the arts of Tunare's healing, and became a cleric.

  One evening, after returning from training in the cleric hall in the nearby city of Freeport, he arrived home to find his home in flames. Surrounding the small home was a handfull of villagers with torches, mumbling about how this sick infestation of evil was now cleansed from thier lands, before they could ruin them like they had thier own lands.

  Daeven flew into a rage and called upon his powers to smite down everyone of them. Some ran, but they were hunted down and slain.

  After all the bloodshed was over, Daeven returned to his little house, now burnt to the ground. He was unable to even locate the bodies of his parents among the wreckage.

  He knew he couldn't stay here, so he gathered what things he could and made haste for the Nothern deserts of Ro.  He swore that day that he would never again slay someone in anger, and that he would always use his powers to heal when he could, no matter what race or profession the person in need was.

  He would not be as close-minded as those who had slain his parents.

  Daeven has since joined the ranks of the Templars, a group of people he considers his family, and for  whom he would move the planes of Hate and Fear.