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Elwe comes from a long line of undead hunters who have settled in the Sky Citadel of Janderhoof since its foundation. She was trained under the expertise of her father and uncles, all devout warpriests of Torag who strive to hunt down all undead. However, unlike others in her family, she is more attune to the earth, and thus became a specific type of holy warrior among her kind-a stonelord. Once her training was complete, however, she decided to settle among the nearby town of Korvosa, assisting the temple of Torag within the city's South Shore. There, she met a dwarf bard by the name of Strod, who spends his days livening the atmosphere of the city with his music. They fell in love quite quickly, and although their marriage was quick, it took almost a decade before Elwe became a mother to a daughter, whom she named Marel.

Life was simple for Elwe for some time-balancing her training with raising her daughter and relaxing to the sweet music of her husband. However, tragedy struck one day, as while she and Marel were at the Green Market getting goods, the dwarf woman took her eyes off her child for a minute...and like that, Marel went missing.

Days of searching turned to weeks, and now it has almost been a month since Marel has been missing. Nothing seemed to lead them closer to her daughter-even her husband's requests from the Sable Company and the Korvosan Guard were able to muster up a trail. It has taken a toll on the stonelord, as she has forsaken her training and refuses to even think about returning to training until she finds her daughter.

Elwe stands at an even four feet tall, her dark brunette hair generally held in a small ponytail. Her eyes are a sharp amber, and her stocky build showcases her great strength and stamina. She is almost always wearing her dwarven scale mail, and wielding her warhammer made by her uncles, and her shield with a symbol of Torag painted in the center.

While to strangers, Elwe may seem like a gruff warrioress, those who get to know her learn that she is the definition of "mother hen". Her generosity goes so far as to make sweets for her friends and neighbors, and occasionally will use her cooking skills to help out priests and worshippers of other deities (sans the evil ones worshipped). As of late, though, she has become more impatient and sullen, as every day where her daughter is not found is another day where her anxieties convince her the worst has happened to her baby. Although her powers are not yet unlocked, she holds onto the steady and patient determination that, as the mountain is formed from decades of erosion, her true powers will awaken in time.