The tall man infront of you eyes you wearily from underneath the hood of his cloak. The hornbow and quiver on his back, aswell as the strange embroideries on his cloth marks him as one of the elven kin.
Ranger (Guide) 4
N Medium Humanoid (Elf)
Initiative +7; Senses Low light vision, perception +11
[+2 Init & Per in deserts]
Appearance:
Full Name: Thelnyss Silvermoon
Age: 237 years
Weight: 138 Ibs
Length: 6 ft. 5 in.
Hair: White, with some sun bleached blonde straws cut short
Eyes: Dull grey
Thelnyss is willowy built, standing impressively well over six feet tall with thin and sinewy limbs. As a member of the elven race he has pointy ears and a serene grace. He has white hair, cut short. His hair along with his weary grey eyes and a few thin lines in his face are the only thing that hint his age.
He is typically wearing loose sand coloured clothing to blend in, with a matching embroidered hooded cloak. Underneath the cloak he wears a thin but durable chainmail shirt of elven design, to protect him from wild beasts and human thugs alike.
Defence:
AC: 18 (+3 Dex, +5 Armour)
hp: 33
Fort 5, Ref 7, Will 2
[Immune to sleep, +2 vs enhancements. +4 vs fatigue, exhaustion, ill effects from running & continuing to run, suffocation, to hold breath, +8 vs non-lethal damage from hot or cold environments, starvation, thirst, forced marches]
Thelnyss Silvermoon is a gloomy elven ranger from the wasteland north of Hangman's Noose. He stands over six feet tall, as it is common among his kind. Gauntly built, although he appears to be more sinew and skin then muscles his hands are surprisingly strong and steady. His eyes are dull grey, and small wrinkles are starting to show next to them, giving him the appearance of constant squinting. The most tell-tale show of age however, is his almost white hair. His kinsmen and friends usually joke that his constant worrying gave him his hair prematurely, although he is older then any human, he has only lived half of his natural life.
A Hunter by trade, Thelnyss profession is the one thing he loves above all else. He takes great delight from stalking his chosen pray thru the hot days of the desert, or its cold night. When he heard of the reward posted for Adrian Slate, he immediately said goodbye to his kin and trekked to Hangman's Noose, driven on by the promise of a great hunt, and - ultimately - more money that he could possibly spend during the coming centuries.
Present:
Thelnyss finds himself walking along the High Road into Hangman's Noose. The town appears to be at least twice the size than when he visited last time. How long had it been ? Thirty years ? There were alot of strange people on the streets. Easterners he thought. He walked past the stone building they had built on his way to the town square - it looked cosy enough.
Despite the increase in size, and all the new people, Hangman's Noose remained Hangman's Noose. The man he first had asked about the Zen Garden just spat and mumbled something about bleeding foreigners. Someone had tried to lift his purse when he passed 13 Nooses Square. Luckily, it contained only worthless rocks and some twigs. His gold was hidden at the bottom of his pack, and also in his left boot. Yepp, it's the same town after all, he thought. At least no one have tried to shoot me. Yet ...
He checked Kyles place, only to learn that the man had died of old age years ago. His daughter Sara now ran his bakery. He tried to remember how old she'd been last time he saw her. About twenty he recalled. That would make her at least fifty now ... Young by an elven standard, certainly not by a humans. Why do they all have to die so fast? he sighed She probably wont remember me anyway. Deciding against making a visit, Thel makes his way to the Elven Mission to plan his hunt of the most dangerous prey, men.
