Name: Debarkley ElrohirRace: Dark Elf
Class: Shadow Knight
Born: Befallen.
Born prior to the discovery of the lost dungeons of Norrath
Family: Member of The House of Elrohir, family- Elizabet (sister), Naianna, Elelome (of the high elven Elrohirs).
Affiliations: Naianna, Nevenna,
Darson, Xantippe, Matsuri, Niphrendil
In the days of the Dark Elven empire some with power sought to create there own empire to rule. Nejena, Mistmoore and Befallen were such hated halls of Neriak.
As time passed, power shifted and Nejena and Befallen were crushed-- ruined by war and incursion.
Within these broken ruins, in the deep and dark some still dwelled-- wrench race truly worthy of the name of their home 'Befallen'. Here in its depths Debarkley Elrohir found life.
Deep within its depths he stumbled upon a sight that set his mind ablaze-- upon the fallen body of
human necromancer Matsuri Minikuwachu. She was obviously from the far north, which meant Qeynos, yet she bore the
symbol of the House of the Dead in Neriak, and from her notes it was evident she had come in search of the power and magics of
BefallenAs he mused upon her notes, he heard rumblings from high above. The monsters of Befallen shrank back into the shadows, the whispers in the air told tail of a witch of Neriak, strong in age and power, ripping her way down into the depths of Befallen.
Shrinking back into the shadows he watched as the witch came upon the human's body. It was obviously what she had been in search of. The dark elven woman was taken with grief at the sight gathered the body up to carry her back to the surface.
Many things had been written about the ancient time of hatred and power struggles between Neriak and Befallen, which had been Debarkley's reason to stay hidden in the depths, but now he had seen a human of the north carrying the mark of the House of the Damned in Neriak and Dark Elven witch sheding tears for her. Now his mind was ablaze with questions-- how much had the world above changed to allow such events to take place? And so he stalked he stalked the pair through the depths to the surface and shadowed them to gates of Neriak
Here he found a world far removed from the stories of the old tomes-- trolls and orges now lived in the outer
reaches of the city, other races too passed through its gates so long as they bore the mark of the evil gods.Quickly he learned that few paid him heed. Few knew or even spoke of the inhabitants of Befallen, and here in this city he found the remnants of a branch of family.
Deep within the libaries of Neriak he poured over tome after tome of history, a broad grin stretching across his befallen and lowly face. The world was, as it was in the peak of Befallen's time, ruled by one force alone-- Power.
