A R B A S
The Wood-Elven Ranger whose thirst for orc blood can never be quenched completely.
Arbas was born into a middle class Wood Elf family and led a peaceful, uneventful early life amongst the treetops of Kelethin. Times were good and the family prospered, trading in the many exotic items to be had from weary travellers.
In his early teens he was sent to study philosophy in Felwithe, home of the High Elves, where he showed a talent for study - the years passed quickly until he finally graduated from his class. His family, delighted at his success decided to travel to Felwith to celebrate.
Sadly during the trip their party was attacked by Orcs, they fought bravely picking off Orcs with bows and putting many of them to the sword but still the filthy tide came on. Seeing that the day was lost the party fled, hoping to reach help - but to no avail - surrounded at last, they put their backs to the trees they loved and prepared to sell their lives dearly, the guards found them the next day, still living, nailed to their beloved trees with notched, rusty and broken blades - blinded, mutilated and left to die slowly.
On that day Arbas took up his sword and bow, vowing to hunt down the warband. Realising that he could not hope to prevail in fair combat he dogged their steps for fourteen seasons finally tracking the Orc leader (now promoted to Emissary) to Castle Crush where he pursued the beast to his lair finally cutting it down as it attempted to flee.
Arbas, his family now long dead, wanders the land of Norrath, finding forgetfulness only in the heat of battle ........ and the depths of a bottle.
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