Here is my characters bio and backstory, he also belongs to an organization I created called The Nightwardens.
Name: J'Briith Braeghen
Birthplace: The Moonwood, Silver Marches Bitrthdate: 13th of Marpenoth/Leaffall 1365 ( Year of the Sword ). Age: 134 Hair: Shoulder Length Black Eyes: Grey with Silver Flecks Skin: Ivory with a slight grey tinge. Patron Deity: Eilistraee
Allies: Church Of Eilistraee, Churches and followers of the deities of the Selderine (except for Sheverash) as well as those of the following deities Vhaeruan, Mystra, Selune, Lurue, Haela Brightaxe, Calladuran Smoothhands, and churches and followers of the good aligned deities of the Underdark races. Moon Garrison of Silverymoon, Knights In Silver.
Enemies: Followers of the dieties of the Dark Selderine most notably Lloth, Ghaunadaur and Selvetarm, Followers of the Gods Of Fury;Talos, Auril, Umberlee , and Malar (for whom J'Briith has a personal hatred toward), the Eldreth Veluuthra, Followers of Jubilex, Orcus and Asmodeus. Followers of Talona/The Blightlords, Red Wizards of Thay. Any and all who deal in slavery.
J'Briith was born and raised in Moonvines, a small village located in the southern regions of the Moonwood. His family was one of the first of the Moon Elven families to side with Eilistraee and openly oppose her exile in the aftermath of the War Of The Selderine and since that time his family has remained loyal to The Dark Maiden. So loyal and ingrained within the Eilistraeen faith was his family that, in fact that one of J'Briiths ancestors, a Half-Drow fighter/cleric named L'lyssrii Narsiilys (pronounced La-Liss-Ree Nar-Sil-iss) was a founding member of the Darksong Knights. For the first one hundred and ten years of J'Briiths life he studied the tenets and ways of his faith but he always felt a distance from the song and dance aspects of the church preferring instead to focus his efforts on the practices of spellcasting, hunting and sword skills. He also excelled in the subject of the history of the elven people and the religions of the Selderine along with their allies and enemies. To further his studies in these areas and to gain some much needed world experience he decided to leave Moonvines and travel to Silverymoon where he eventually joined the Moon Garrison. He stayed in Silverymoon up until the end of the War of the SIiver Marches where he served as a scout for the military there. During the siege of Silverymoon his life was saved by a dwarf who he later found out was the King of Mithril Hall Breunor Battlehammer and after the battle he was given a medal of merit for being among the group of scouts who had given the cities leaders advanced warning of the coming attack. After the War he then returned home where he stayed for a time and served as a warden protector of the Mouth Of Song, during this time he went on several excursions to the upperdark to meet with and aid various groups of Drow and other underdark dwelling races that sought refuge on the surface. Also among his duties was to serve as a guard to clergy whenever they made runs to many of the out and inlaying settlements and villages in and around the Moonwood, it was during this time that J'Briiths hatred for Malarites came to be. Before this time he had only had a few run ins with the People Of The Black Blood and out of those few even fewer had actually turned violent. Though, one winter he was leading a group in a run and they were tasked with providing food and supplies to a small settlement of humans and half-elves called Willowdale located on the northeastern outskirts of the Moonwood, Willowdale was a few miles away from Claw Hollow, a refuge for Malarite Lycanthropes. A few years before the leaders of Moonvines and several other settlements and villages in the surrounding area including Quaervarr (who Jarthon had already made his stance clear to when he kidnapped a woodcutter named Kythorn and pinned a warning to the mans dead body telling the people of the town to stop entering his territory) had brokered a truce with the Malarites of Claw Hollow and their leader Bloodmaster Jarthon Drael. The terms of the truce were that no one would encroach upon the Black Blood territory in exchange for the Malarties help in providing food and supplies to the settlements and villages in the northern regions of the Moonwood during the winter months. During this time J'briith had come to know the people of Willowdale quite well and counted everyone who lived there ( about fifty or sixty people altogether) as family. He even managed to convert a few of them to the Eilistraeen faith and helped them build and dedicate a shrine to her in the settlement. One of these new converts was a young Human ranger named Galen Halberfas, Galens father Reicher and J'briith were very good friends for many years and when Galen was born he asked J'Briith to be his godfather and to watch over his family should anything ever happen to him. Reicher went missing not long after Galen was born and J'Briith stayed true to the promise he made to his freind and helped Galens mother raise the boy, becoming like a second father to him. The truce with the Malarites held for longer then either of the groups expected (around sixteen years) and the winter of that sixteenth year was one of the longest and hardest the region had seen in decades. During this time J'Briith had been on and even went on to lead several missions to Willowdale and they, for the most part, all went smoothly enough and had a few encounters with the Malarites, none of them being overtly hostile except for one instance when Galen had shot and killed a stag that the Malarites were hunting, but even this encounter resulted in a fair outcome for both groups. Jarthon never forgot this though and held a petty grudge against both J'briith and the young human for what he saw as a bruise to his honor. It wasn't until the winter had finally broke and turned to spring that trouble arose and the truce was thoroughly broken by the Malarites. It all started when Willowdale had expanded to include about a hundred people overall and even though the large settlement now turned small village had not expanded into the forest itself many of the people would venture into the Moonwood to hunt game, gather herbs and cut down small trees for lumber and firewood. Though they always planted new trees whenever they cut one down and they only stuck to the smaller ones as to not do any damage to the forest. The new members of the community were told about the truce with the Malarites and held to it, never once entering the territory of Black Blood, even by accident. One day in the start of the spring season a small group of Malarites led by a young Wereworg Orc named Burzum had come into Claw Hollow from the High Forest to the South and joined Jarthon's tribe. Burzum eventually became one of Jarthons most trusted advisors and he was constantly trying to convince the Bloodmaster that it was his duty as a Malarite to make an example of the people of Willowdale for daring to expand their village and come into "his" territory to hunt. Jarthon reminded the young orc that this truce had lasted for sixteen years now and that even before the truce had been called he had already made his stance clear with the village of Quaervarr in the incident with the woodcutter he also reminded the orc that the people of Willowdale had never once even attempted to enter the Black Bloods territory and that killing them wouldn't bring anything but trouble to the tribe. At first Burzum went along with his leaders decision but over the course of the winter be became more and more angered with what he saw as a truce with beings that were below the Black Blood Tribe. Eventually Burzum grew so angered with the truce he began to speak out against Jarthon to the rest of the tribe telling them their leader had become weak, soft and a disgrace to the Malarite faith itself. Well, little did Jarthon know but many of the tribe shared this sentiment and they colluded with Burzum to launch a coup to usurp the Bloodmaster and instill Burzum as their new leader. Which is exactly what they did. By that time Burzum had convinced almost the entire tribe to turn on Jarthon, the clerics of the tribe labeled him a heretic and stripped Jarthon of his rank as Bloodmaster giving the title to Burzum. Burzums first order as new Bloodmaster was to call a High Hunt with Jarthon as the quarry. His second order was to attack the people of Willowdale and burn the village to the ground as an offering to their god. Jarthon being someone who was not above running from a fight to if it meant his life saw his chance and escaped before his former tribesman noticed he was gone. But he was soon found and taken captive. The attack on Willowdale came so quickly and without warning that all of the villages defenders were killed in a matter of minutes and before anyone knew what was happening the now bloodlust frenzied Malarites had overrun the village. The People of The Black Blood killed every man , woman and child they found in Willowdale, not even the citizens pets or livestock survived the brutality. All of the homes were burned or torn apart and the ruins of what was once Willowdale was covered with splashes of Bloodwine. The body of Jarthon was left in the town square he had been dismembered, disemboweled and hung with his own entrails with the words "Weak Heretic" above a stick figure with a claw where the head should be carved into his body. Galen manged to gather his family and a few other townspeople and led them into the forest where they ran for Moonvines to tell the elves what had happened but they were seen by a group of Black Bloods and chased, one by one the people were picked off and by the time they had made it to the elven villages outskirts where J'Briith and a few others were out on patrol only two of them had survived the chase. The Elves hearing the screams ran towards the sound and found that they were too late,m moments before they arrived the last of the escaping group had been killed. The young ranger Galen Halberfas and his little sister lay there, their bodies mangled and torn apart by the Malarites who now were hiding in the shadows waiting for more prey. J'Briith looked in horror at what remained of his godson and his sister thier broken bodies laying in a pool of commingled blood and gore. He looked around and saw the eyes of the Lycanthropes glowing in the darkness, heard their breathing and sadistic chuckles. Without hesitation he ran at the first one he saw ahead of him, slightly off to his left he saw another, J'Briith kept going for the one directly in his path and nocked an arrow while doing so as he reached where the first one she spotted was it lunged at him it's face covered in the blood of the humans he had just killed, all J'Briith saw in this moment were two glowing eyes and a blood dripping maw of teeth coming directly at him. He let loose his arrow which sailed right into the creatures mouth and out the back of his head killing it instantly. Upon seeing his comrade killed the second werecreature howled in anger and tried to come around behind the elf hoping to attack him, but J'Briith had studied the way Malarites attack in packs and was ready for his foe, in one motion the elf dropped to one knee, pulled the shortsword from it's sheath and threw the blade so quickly the Malarite didn't even realize he had been caught by the thrown weapon until he fell on top of it, impaling himself. The creature was not dead though and J'Briith kicked him over and pulled the sword from the Malarites belly. The Elf stepped on the wound and drove his heel into it. The lycan laughed, blood erupting from his mouth and around J'briith foot on the wound as he did so. "THEY ARE ALL DEAD ELF!!!" he exclaimed in joy, "AND WE WILL COVER THIS ENTIRE FOREST WITH BLOODWINE BEFORE THE NIGHT IS THROUGH, BURZUM THE BLOODTHIRTSTER WILL SLAUGHTER ALL IN THE NAME OF THE BEASTLORD AND YOUR PATHETIC TRUCE IS AT AN END!!" J'Briith drove his foot in deeper, then pulled it away while grabbing the creature by his throat pulling him up to come level with his own face, but before he could say anything the Malarite gasped a final breath, coughed up a spurt of blood and died laughing. The other elves with J'Briith had caught and killed most of the lycanthropes who were chasing Galen and his poeple but the remaining few escaped. The rest of the night was spent searching for the others Galen had managed to get away from Willowdale. All in all seven people escaped the massacre and even they were hunted down and killed. After Burying the dead and giving them final rites J'Briith and a group of others gathered from the villages close to Moonvines traveled to the ruined village of Willowdale and were sickened by the sight they were met with. Over the course of the summer and well into the fall Burzum The Bloodthirtser the new Bloodmaster of the People of The Black Blood, carved a path of destruction throughout the Moonwood wiping out settlement after settlement, village after village, leaving none alive in his wake. Until he was finally killed in the beginning of the winter of that following year. During this time J'Briith grew to hate all Malarites after seeing what they were truly capable of and when asked why his hatred for them is so great his only reply is: "Malarites give in the winter only to take in the spring, summer and fall".
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Here is my characters bio and backstory, he also belongs to an organization I created called The Nightwardens.
Name: J'Briith Braeghen
Birthplace: The Moonwood, Silver Marches
Bitrthdate: 13th of Marpenoth/Leaffall 1365 ( Year of the Sword ).
Age: 134
Hair: Shoulder Length Black
Eyes: Grey with Silver Flecks
Skin: Ivory with a slight grey tinge.
Patron Deity: Eilistraee
Allies: Church Of Eilistraee, Churches and followers of the deities of the Selderine (except for Sheverash) as well as those of the following deities Vhaeruan, Mystra, Selune, Lurue, Haela Brightaxe, Calladuran Smoothhands, and churches and followers of the good aligned deities of the Underdark races. Moon Garrison of Silverymoon, Knights In Silver.
Enemies: Followers of the dieties of the Dark Selderine most notably Lloth, Ghaunadaur and Selvetarm, Followers of the Gods Of Fury;Talos, Auril, Umberlee , and Malar (for whom J'Briith has a personal hatred toward), the Eldreth Veluuthra, Followers of Jubilex, Orcus and Asmodeus. Followers of Talona/The Blightlords, Red Wizards of Thay. Any and all who deal in slavery.
J'Briith was born and raised in Moonvines, a small village located in the southern regions of the Moonwood. His family was one of the first of the Moon Elven families to side with Eilistraee and openly oppose her exile in the aftermath of the War Of The Selderine and since that time his family has remained loyal to The Dark Maiden. So loyal and ingrained within the Eilistraeen faith was his family that, in fact that one of J'Briiths ancestors, a Half-Drow fighter/cleric named L'lyssrii Narsiilys (pronounced La-Liss-Ree Nar-Sil-iss) was a founding member of the Darksong Knights.
For the first one hundred and ten years of J'Briiths life he studied the tenets and ways of his faith but he always felt a distance from the song and dance aspects of the church preferring instead to focus his efforts on the practices of spellcasting, hunting and sword skills. He also excelled in the subject of the history of the elven people and the religions of the Selderine along with their allies and enemies. To further his studies in these areas and to gain some much needed world experience he decided to leave Moonvines and travel to Silverymoon where he eventually joined the Moon Garrison. He stayed in Silverymoon up until the end of the War of the SIiver Marches where he served as a scout for the military there.
During the siege of Silverymoon his life was saved by a dwarf who he later found out was the King of Mithril Hall Breunor Battlehammer and after the battle he was given a medal of merit for being among the group of scouts who had given the cities leaders advanced warning of the coming attack.
After the War he then returned home where he stayed for a time and served as a warden protector of the Mouth Of Song, during this time he went on several excursions to the upperdark to meet with and aid various groups of Drow and other underdark dwelling races that sought refuge on the surface. Also among his duties was to serve as a guard to clergy whenever they made runs to many of the out and inlaying settlements and villages in and around the Moonwood, it was during this time that J'Briiths hatred for Malarites came to be.
Before this time he had only had a few run ins with the People Of The Black Blood and out of those few even fewer had actually turned violent. Though, one winter he was leading a group in a run and they were tasked with providing food and supplies to a small settlement of humans and half-elves called Willowdale located on the northeastern outskirts of the Moonwood, Willowdale was a few miles away from Claw Hollow, a refuge for Malarite Lycanthropes.
A few years before the leaders of Moonvines and several other settlements and villages in the surrounding area including Quaervarr (who Jarthon had already made his stance clear to when he kidnapped a woodcutter named Kythorn and pinned a warning to the mans dead body telling the people of the town to stop entering his territory) had brokered a truce with the Malarites of Claw Hollow and their leader Bloodmaster Jarthon Drael. The terms of the truce were that no one would encroach upon the Black Blood territory in exchange for the Malarties help in providing food and supplies to the settlements and villages in the northern regions of the Moonwood during the winter months.
During this time J'briith had come to know the people of Willowdale quite well and counted everyone who lived there ( about fifty or sixty people altogether) as family. He even managed to convert a few of them to the Eilistraeen faith and helped them build and dedicate a shrine to her in the settlement. One of these new converts was a young Human ranger named Galen Halberfas, Galens father Reicher and J'briith were very good friends for many years and when Galen was born he asked J'Briith to be his godfather and to watch over his family should anything ever happen to him. Reicher went missing not long after Galen was born and J'Briith stayed true to the promise he made to his freind and helped Galens mother raise the boy, becoming like a second father to him.
The truce with the Malarites held for longer then either of the groups expected (around sixteen years) and the winter of that sixteenth year was one of the longest and hardest the region had seen in decades. During this time J'Briith had been on and even went on to lead several missions to Willowdale and they, for the most part, all went smoothly enough and had a few encounters with the Malarites, none of them being overtly hostile except for one instance when Galen had shot and killed a stag that the Malarites were hunting, but even this encounter resulted in a fair outcome for both groups. Jarthon never forgot this though and held a petty grudge against both J'briith and the young human for what he saw as a bruise to his honor.
It wasn't until the winter had finally broke and turned to spring that trouble arose and the truce was thoroughly broken by the Malarites. It all started when Willowdale had expanded to include about a hundred people overall and even though the large settlement now turned small village had not expanded into the forest itself many of the people would venture into the Moonwood to hunt game, gather herbs and cut down small trees for lumber and firewood. Though they always planted new trees whenever they cut one down and they only stuck to the smaller ones as to not do any damage to the forest. The new members of the community were told about the truce with the Malarites and held to it, never once entering the territory of Black Blood, even by accident.
One day in the start of the spring season a small group of Malarites led by a young Wereworg Orc named Burzum had come into Claw Hollow from the High Forest to the South and joined Jarthon's tribe. Burzum eventually became one of Jarthons most trusted advisors and he was constantly trying to convince the Bloodmaster that it was his duty as a Malarite to make an example of the people of Willowdale for daring to expand their village and come into "his" territory to hunt. Jarthon reminded the young orc that this truce had lasted for sixteen years now and that even before the truce had been called he had already made his stance clear with the village of Quaervarr in the incident with the woodcutter he also reminded the orc that the people of Willowdale had never once even attempted to enter the Black Bloods territory and that killing them wouldn't bring anything but trouble to the tribe. At first Burzum went along with his leaders decision but over the course of the winter be became more and more angered with what he saw as a truce with beings that were below the Black Blood Tribe.
Eventually Burzum grew so angered with the truce he began to speak out against Jarthon to the rest of the tribe telling them their leader had become weak, soft and a disgrace to the Malarite faith itself. Well, little did Jarthon know but many of the tribe shared this sentiment and they colluded with Burzum to launch a coup to usurp the Bloodmaster and instill Burzum as their new leader. Which is exactly what they did. By that time Burzum had convinced almost the entire tribe to turn on Jarthon, the clerics of the tribe labeled him a heretic and stripped Jarthon of his rank as Bloodmaster giving the title to Burzum. Burzums first order as new Bloodmaster was to call a High Hunt with Jarthon as the quarry. His second order was to attack the people of Willowdale and burn the village to the ground as an offering to their god. Jarthon being someone who was not above running from a fight to if it meant his life saw his chance and escaped before his former tribesman noticed he was gone. But he was soon found and taken captive.
The attack on Willowdale came so quickly and without warning that all of the villages defenders were killed in a matter of minutes and before anyone knew what was happening the now bloodlust frenzied Malarites had overrun the village. The People of The Black Blood killed every man , woman and child they found in Willowdale, not even the citizens pets or livestock survived the brutality. All of the homes were burned or torn apart and the ruins of what was once Willowdale was covered with splashes of Bloodwine. The body of Jarthon was left in the town square he had been dismembered, disemboweled and hung with his own entrails with the words "Weak Heretic" above a stick figure with a claw where the head should be carved into his body.
Galen manged to gather his family and a few other townspeople and led them into the forest where they ran for Moonvines to tell the elves what had happened but they were seen by a group of Black Bloods and chased, one by one the people were picked off and by the time they had made it to the elven villages outskirts where J'Briith and a few others were out on patrol only two of them had survived the chase. The Elves hearing the screams ran towards the sound and found that they were too late,m moments before they arrived the last of the escaping group had been killed. The young ranger Galen Halberfas and his little sister lay there, their bodies mangled and torn apart by the Malarites who now were hiding in the shadows waiting for more prey.
J'Briith looked in horror at what remained of his godson and his sister thier broken bodies laying in a pool of commingled blood and gore. He looked around and saw the eyes of the Lycanthropes glowing in the darkness, heard their breathing and sadistic chuckles. Without hesitation he ran at the first one he saw ahead of him, slightly off to his left he saw another, J'Briith kept going for the one directly in his path and nocked an arrow while doing so as he reached where the first one she spotted was it lunged at him it's face covered in the blood of the humans he had just killed, all J'Briith saw in this moment were two glowing eyes and a blood dripping maw of teeth coming directly at him. He let loose his arrow which sailed right into the creatures mouth and out the back of his head killing it instantly.
Upon seeing his comrade killed the second werecreature howled in anger and tried to come around behind the elf hoping to attack him, but J'Briith had studied the way Malarites attack in packs and was ready for his foe, in one motion the elf dropped to one knee, pulled the shortsword from it's sheath and threw the blade so quickly the Malarite didn't even realize he had been caught by the thrown weapon until he fell on top of it, impaling himself.
The creature was not dead though and J'Briith kicked him over and pulled the sword from the Malarites belly. The Elf stepped on the wound and drove his heel into it. The lycan laughed, blood erupting from his mouth and around J'briith foot on the wound as he did so.
"THEY ARE ALL DEAD ELF!!!" he exclaimed in joy, "AND WE WILL COVER THIS ENTIRE FOREST WITH BLOODWINE BEFORE THE NIGHT IS THROUGH, BURZUM THE BLOODTHIRTSTER WILL SLAUGHTER ALL IN THE NAME OF THE BEASTLORD AND YOUR PATHETIC TRUCE IS AT AN END!!"
J'Briith drove his foot in deeper, then pulled it away while grabbing the creature by his throat pulling him up to come level with his own face, but before he could say anything the Malarite gasped a final breath, coughed up a spurt of blood and died laughing.
The other elves with J'Briith had caught and killed most of the lycanthropes who were chasing Galen and his poeple but the remaining few escaped. The rest of the night was spent searching for the others Galen had managed to get away from Willowdale. All in all seven people escaped the massacre and even they were hunted down and killed. After Burying the dead and giving them final rites J'Briith and a group of others gathered from the villages close to Moonvines traveled to the ruined village of Willowdale and were sickened by the sight they were met with.
Over the course of the summer and well into the fall Burzum The Bloodthirtser the new Bloodmaster of the People of The Black Blood, carved a path of destruction throughout the Moonwood wiping out settlement after settlement, village after village, leaving none alive in his wake. Until he was finally killed in the beginning of the winter of that following year. During this time J'Briith grew to hate all Malarites after seeing what they were truly capable of and when asked why his hatred for them is so great his only reply is:
"Malarites give in the winter only to take in the spring, summer and fall".